[ It feels good to wake to Iorveth close to him, touching him gently. His body responds before his mind does, reaching up to press a sleep-warm hand to Iorveth's cheek. Still slightly cooler than Iorveth's body, but barely; lying in bed pressed against Iorveth has kept him warm, both in a very literal and very metaphorical sense.
He mumbles something incoherent, still half-unconscious, before trying again. ]
Fresh as a daisy, [ like he'd said. Then, pleased: ] You stayed.
[ He's not sure how long he's been out. Probably a while. ]
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He mumbles something incoherent, still half-unconscious, before trying again. ]
Fresh as a daisy, [ like he'd said. Then, pleased: ] You stayed.
[ He's not sure how long he's been out. Probably a while. ]