[If Yseult has been taking advantage, Darras has been fully exploiting. He has begun forgoing late nights for early sleep, and then, on the other side, sleeping well past an acceptable hour. But it's deserved, surely, after all they've been through.
He doesn't stir at the knock at the door. When she leaves the bed, he pulls the blankets to his side of the bed and continues to sleep. The conversation that ensues is too muffled to wake him, and when she comes back into the room, he manages to continue to sleep--though at the sound of his name, his nose wrinkles, and he turns onto his side to burrow deeper into the mattress and deeper into sleep.]
[ (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.
[First: his brow unknits, his nose unwrinkles, all relaxing into a drowsy smile. An ear kiss isn't the worst way to be woken. We need you is nice, not as nice as I need you, but it's nice to be wanted all the same, isn't it, and, well--]
Whfm? [He rolls onto his back and blinks, blearily, at Yseult.] Attack? What?
An attack on the harbor at Hercinia. [ She repeats. Patiently, but while throwing the covers back and, after giving his chest a pat, taking his hand to start dragging him upright. ]
We're hearing sea monsters but also Tevinter? It doesn't make much sense. But it's coming west, so we're going to meet it. You and Flint need to get the ships underway. I'm taking a group of griffonriders ahead to see what's going on. Come on Admiral, we've got to get dressed.
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He doesn't stir at the knock at the door. When she leaves the bed, he pulls the blankets to his side of the bed and continues to sleep. The conversation that ensues is too muffled to wake him, and when she comes back into the room, he manages to continue to sleep--though at the sound of his name, his nose wrinkles, and he turns onto his side to burrow deeper into the mattress and deeper into sleep.]
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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.
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[First: his brow unknits, his nose unwrinkles, all relaxing into a drowsy smile. An ear kiss isn't the worst way to be woken. We need you is nice, not as nice as I need you, but it's nice to be wanted all the same, isn't it, and, well--]
Whfm? [He rolls onto his back and blinks, blearily, at Yseult.] Attack? What?
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We're hearing sea monsters but also Tevinter? It doesn't make much sense. But it's coming west, so we're going to meet it. You and Flint need to get the ships underway. I'm taking a group of griffonriders ahead to see what's going on. Come on Admiral, we've got to get dressed.