She wasn’t exactly a peaceful sleeper; she had her moments of tossing and turning throughout it – but it was significantly less than usual. This time, it wasn’t just her making a small makeshift bed out of fallen leaves and sleeping barely covered on the hard ground. This time, there was comfort with a bed roll, warmth with a fire and a blanket of sorts, and Alistair. So while she still ended up moving a little bit, it was far better than normal, and when she woke she’d feel quite rested. It had been such an unexpected night – originally just meeting him, having her picture drawn, stories told. She had planned on moving on her way after.
But he had offered her food, had offered her a place to stay for the night. She couldn’t very well say no to it. The other events that transpired weren’t even on her agenda originally. For the first time in her life, it just happened and it was such a wonderful moment, uncertain where that left them. She’d only known him for a day, but for that day it felt like weeks, felt longer than that even. She found comfort with him, and was entirely pleased that he too seemed to have enjoyed it as well.
With the light creeping over, she hardly stirred as Alistair spoke – still tired and for the most part peacefully at rest with the world. She barely moved yet again when he climbed out and began to prepare breakfast. It, however, didn’t take long before the smell of food and warmth, with the light began to wake her. At first, she rolled onto her back, her sapphire gaze squinting against the light. Then, she stretched, a small satisfied yawn slipping through her lips before she realized she was still basically nude. And yet, she noticed she was alone in the bed.
Quickly, she rolled over onto her stomach, her eyes landing on Alistair as he approached with her clothes and his jacket yet again. She sat up for the most part, remaining within the bedroll to stay warm as she took her clothes and the food from him with a grateful smile. “Good morning. Thank you.” She spoke in a groggy, tired voice, but thanked him nonetheless before putting her undergarments on and her pants, deciding to leave the shirt for last.
Her eyes lingered on him for a few moments longer as she picked up her makeshift plate to eat her breakfast, while he asked her if she had to be somewhere that day. Flashing him a somewhat roguish smile, she shook her head – her brown tangled hair dancing in the light with the movement. “Not particularly.” She began, her head moving from him to survey the area around the outside of the camp. “I would say a bath would be nice, though.” She finally said with a quiet laugh, gesturing to the disturbed dirt by the bedrolls and the smudges that could be seen on both their arms.
She set her shirt in her lap, the bark plate atop as she began to eat, pausing now and then to regard her companion. “How did you sleep?” She questioned quietly, taking another bite.
RexannA
just because you are soft,
doesn't mean you're not a force.
honey and wildfire are both the color gold.
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