[ it isn't like him not to notice someone entering his quarters — another thing he blames on the cheap alcohol — and for a moment he thinks he's still halfway in a dream, his name soft on alina's lips, the air sweet with the scent of fruit. cracking an eye open, he moves his arm, his bleary gaze settling on a sleep-rumpled figure standing by his bed.

that's when the previous night's promise comes rushing back to him, sitting up quickly and immediately regretting it when the hammering in his head worsens with the sudden movement. ]

Alina. [ his voice is rough with sleep, his golden hair mussed and drooping into his eyes. he becomes suddenly aware that he's bare-chested, but makes no move to pull the covers up. ] I honestly didn't think you'd entertain the idea of bringing me breakfast.

[ but — she has, and she's here, and he's glad for it. he rubs his eyes and then drags a hand through his hair, shifting to carelessly fluff up the pillows beside him. ]

The floor looks dreadfully cold. [ he flashes a crooked smile, leaning back comfortably. ] It's rather warm up here, though. Join me?