Not Exactly Ready

Rapunzel sits down beside him, sinking her toes into the grass. Okay, she can do this. She can help a friend. “Can’t sleep?”Varian shrugs, ducking his head a little. He’s fidgeting with something in his hands—Rapunzel lets out a silent breath when she realizes it’s a piece of his broken weapon. She doesn’t push, though. That usually isn't the best option with Varian.Sure enough, he speaks up on his own a moment later, voice barely steady. “Look, I’m sorry for, um. All this.” He gestures across the water, to where Corona’s been impaled by an army of black rocks. Rapunzel winces away from the sight, but the expression on Varian’s face isn’t any easier to look at.(after the events of Once a Handmaiden, Varian and Rapunzel have some trouble with insomnia)