[seasonal event] blindsided

"Nobles are poor at everything except for self-aggrandising. Which I know I have been told too, but...ah. At least I have some skills to back it up, hm?" Bastien was not blind to his faults. He knew he was prideful, often vain; a skill he had picked up socialising in circles where one had to be those things to succeed. If you did not believe in yourself in the cutthroat land of art patronage, no one did. There was a beat of silence, then Rexanna tentatively asked her question. Bastien smiled, held her a little tighter. "Rexanna, there is no one I would rather explore great lands or vanquish beasts with." He promised her, and it was truthful; he admired her more than most in Caido, could see her being a very good companion for any travels he wanted to undertake. "But we should rest. You came here to forget your thoughts, after all, and we should not be filling your head with new ones." He gently reminded her, pulling the blanket up more around them and curling his other arm around her, moving to his side. Was it too intimate, to sleep like this? He found he didn't mind. Bastien Push back, push back, push back, With every word and every breath. What god doesn't give to you, You've got to go and get for yourself.