/Ugh/.

Are you not already

… Are. You. Not. Already.

Yes.

Bless you.

[Cracks his neck.] … Eugh.

No.

[Falling face down into bed. Gods. What an exhausting week.]

[It’s the crack ass of dawn, and he’s standing watch. As per usual. Oh, he wants to yawn, but he shan’t.]

… Are you all right?

Mmh. [Pinching the bridge of his bleeding nose.]

Mh… [Ah. Hells. Another nosebleed. And, of course, an accompanying headache. Sitting up and climbing out of bed, he goes to the wash basin and holds a cloth to his face.]

[Strapping on new armour today - this time, all in black. A new look.]

[Almost finished with his post for the day, watching the soldiers sparring, one hand resting on the pommel of his sword. His metal hand, however, rests on the railing of the arena. Watching.]