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Wilde still looks tired, but he is alive and his eyes keep finding Zolf. "It's gone out," he says out of the blue, while they're preparing to sleep.
"Hm?" Zolf asks, while rolling up a blanket to use as a pillow.
“The candle."
Zolf's hand moves up instinctively to cover the tattoo on his chest. "Oh, yeah. It happened. It was a long day."
"Just doesn't seem right," Wilde comments, his words already slurring from exhaustion. "You should light it again."
"I- yes- Wilde get some rest. Long day," Zolf says. He guides Wilde down on the makeshift bed. When he tries to move away, Wilde stops him. He takes Zolf's hands and places them on his own chest. Zolf eyes prickle. Even through the layers he is wearing Zolf can feel the warmth emanating from Wilde’s body again - feel his heartbeat.
"Let me help you," Wilde says and before Zolf can ask him what he means, Wilde leans over and kisses the place where the candle flame should be. When he collapses on his back he smiles sleepily at Zolf, face illuminated by a warm shine that isn't coming from their campfire.
"There," he says, his eyes slipping shut.