[ The sleep was rubbed from his eyes lazily and he soon finds his way to a small lonely little table. The tea, of course, would be a welcomed change to sharp alcohol – but he refrains for now. The bard was exhausted, but their time together was cherished enough for him to push through it. To watch him cook with interest. ]
Bacon? Oh, you spoil me.
[ Before too long, he sits up straighter and brings the corset around him. It's a horrible task to do, honestly, but he'll go off muscle memory as he weaves the loose strings into their proper place. ]
Did you sleep well? No dragon slinking in the shadows of your abode, hmmm?
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Bacon? Oh, you spoil me.
[ Before too long, he sits up straighter and brings the corset around him. It's a horrible task to do, honestly, but he'll go off muscle memory as he weaves the loose strings into their proper place. ]
Did you sleep well? No dragon slinking in the shadows of your abode, hmmm?