[Ah, now he feels very much the princess with a kiss like that. His own cheeks flush with color and he cannot help himself; he draws her close and takes her in his arms and mutters for only her to hear, for no one else in all the world. Safe from the darkness. Safe from everything.]

I so swear. Upon the grace and glory of my crown, I, Gilgamesh, who so battled Sleep, will do so again to stem off every last nightmare that would haunt you.

[He does not tell her he battled Sleep and lost. He does not tell her even he fears what awaits in the night, that once it chased him as he in turn chased after the sun. He does not tell her many things. He's childish, too, in more ways than others will ever know of.

He rests his head on her shoulder and still holds tight to her hand.]

I will tend the fire until dawn rises. You have my solemn word.