[The way Darkleer is following him is unnerving. Lysunder feels his hands shake a bit more, curling his fingers tight around the thermos, his other hand balled tight into a fist. Worried, why's he worried, is it because Darkleer is following him like that? So silent, stealthily, it's nerve wracking. His wings flicker and he swallows, looking back again, still there, but he can't hear him besides his words. Why's he following him?! What does it matter!? Leave him alone, this is frustrating and annoying and kind of terrifying and dear god he's getting really anxious. A deep breath and he stops, looking over his shoulder, a heavy swing of his horns revolving around him.]

Just leave me alone, what...what--wh...UGH. WHAT DO YOU EXPECT TO ACCOMPLISH!? [Says turning around quickly, stepping back. His head shakes, letting out a shuddering breath. The scream came out a bit clearer than his voice was allowing, perhaps due to the tea and just how loud he yelled. It echoed around the trees and even made him jump. The Summoner's eyes quickly closed, hand slowly moving up to press at his eyes as his lids squinted tight.]

I won't sleep.

So just go. Being here w-w-w...[Swallow.] Won't make a difference.