It was such a strange sight that I nearly laughed. This 6’9” nonhuman lying fully clothed on top of the blankets next to me, perched on his side like some greek statue. But his eyes were a serious, steady flame.
“Shall we try again?” he asked, his voice low.
I looked for any other signs that he knew the significance of the day, but unsurprisingly found none in my Rephaite cohabiter. It’s not like immortal beings had any reason to celebrate birthdays.