He absolutely did not listen to what Esteban was telling him, did he? Still, he can recognize that Romeo is not about to change for him, and he... wouldn't really want to? He just wants people to take care of themselves, 'Dians; but he won't push and prod when the child is so clearly tired, and in need of rest. It's complicated, even in his head.

"If I need y'r help," he assures him, though Esteban himself has no intention to get up any time soon himself. People will have to make do without depending on the treckers dragging themselves to the ground for their sake-- he has compassion, but Esteban knows better than to strive to give everything that he is to these strangers. There are limits to what he can do, and he will respect them. Will respect himself.

Tomorrow, he can go back to giving them more. Tonight? Tonight, he will rest, his arm dropping to Romeo's shoulder and holding him close, acting as a pillow for his tiny friend. He smells of fire and ashes despite the dust that surrounds them, and Esteban's warmth is a comfort in the cool night, as much as the blankets are.

"G'night, Romeo. Sleep well."