With his acceptance, and all the teasing and humor they'd shared, the man nodded firmly as he grinned into the embrace of the much smaller Sev'ryn. Nir'wei was a charming, soulful thing; it was his presence among the cold soil that had brought Alistair such an overwhelming sense of warmth. For a trial, he could feel his heart breathe in affection once more, even if only for the heart of a stranger. It felt good to be relied upon for something other than power, or political wisdom, or a consistent stream of funds in exchange for medicinal work. Rather than his magic, or his politics, nobility or wealth, Nir'wei had been taken -- and had found peace within -- his body, his essence, the person that he was. And he'd convinced him of something useful: that he hadn't deserved the pain he'd always directed towards himself. That he was worth more than that.
And, Nir'wei was much the same. He was not merely a nameless, faceless supplier of fleeting satisfaction. He was a bright-minded, insightful soul with a heart of gold and a tongue like those of his most beloved courtiers. All without the pretense, and the vice, and the evil. He found himself growing fond of the Sevir, and quickly -- perhaps too quickly, as was his weakness.
He allowed Nir'wei into his arms, and wrapped his form around him, eclipsing much of his body and shielding him from the brunt of the cold, whistling winds. With only nature as his bedding, he was surprised by how easily he'd begun to fall asleep, the soft breaths of the smaller man lulling his thoughts into calm as silence overcame the two of them. It was clear that he hadn't any intention of going to his camp, particularly as it meant he'd likely not be as necessary in order for the Sev'ryn to lay his head to rest.
Then, breaks past, and morning came. The two awoke together, and spent considerable time merely chatting in the field, discussing silly and trivial things. Little more of themselves, and who they were and what they had endured, was shared. The discussion became less about Nir'wei and Alistair and more about the world - and it was a vibrant series of discussions to have. Growing into something worthy of the moniker of 'friends', Alistair promised Nir'wei to meet him again at a later time, though he was uncertain of how later that might be. Rharne was where the Sev'ryn intended on going, and so the man - familiar with the city - determined that he would, in fact, venture to Rharne.
Making it a deal, the two shook upon it, and Alistair prepared to leave -- none short of the revelation that he was in fact, after all, not a Lotharro and that most of his claims were complete mythology. At least, he was pleased, it had worked in securing him a night of comfort - and he could only think warmly upon the concept of sharing such a night again, when finally he came to see the Sev'ryn once more.
Enjoy your rewards!