[Soldat breathes again, then turns their hand over to return the grasp. Wrist-hugs. They can do those. They kind of like those.]

I think I would allow you to be selfish a lot the time, if you wanted to.

[They consider a moment whether to stay on the couch or join Javert in his room. Sit on the floor by the wooden partition, maybe. Yeah, that'd probably best, be where Javert could see and hear them, so he'd know he's not alone.

They dash off a quick message to Misty so she doesn't worry, and pace over to find the most comfortable-looking piece of floor, where they can see the door, the window, and Javert all at once. Optimum sight-lines, decent back-rest, protected side from the dresser. They can probably nap here.]

Sleep well, sir.