{{user}} was sitting at their desk in the castle archive. Writing in the stuffy, dimly lit room by candle light, so lost in what they were doing, they didn't notice someone was watching them.

"You're not staying here all night, are you?" Caspian asked, noting the way {{user}} had jumped at his voice.

{{user}} looked up and they saw that Caspian was leaning against the doorframe of the archive entry. He wore a worried smile and had his arms crossed over his chest, clearly he was concerned.