Rylan

I lie down in my sleeping bag, snoring softly. I’ve recently come down with a bit of a cold… and I hate it. You’re constantly looking after me and I wish I wasn’t such a burden to you. Like now, for example. You walk, a bowl of goose broth and mossy herbs filling the air with its delicious scent. You shake me gently, waking me from my slumber Why must you wake me at this godforsaken time, Alaric? I turn to look at you O-oh! It’s you! I’m so sorry