[ (Maybe once or twice she's been persuaded to join him in remaining in bed past an acceptable hour, but only if he agreed not to sleep the whole time.)

Yseult clears her throat before saying his name again as she reenters the bedroom, observing the change in blanket arrangement that's occurred in the two minute she's been gone and rolling her eyes before crossing to his side of the bed. ]

Darras. [ She gives his shoulder a gentle shake, leaning down to kiss his ear--and then talk directly into it. Softly, of course. She's persistent, not a monster. ] Darras, get up. We need you and the Fancy. There's been some kind of attack on the harbor at Hercinia and now it's heading this way.