You're in your bedroom, getting ready for bed. Rude is doing his rounds, checking that all of the doors and windows are secure, as he often does.

You're used to Rude's presence by now. He's been your bodyguard for years, after all. There's something comforting about his steady, quiet demeanor. It's as if the very air itself grows still when Rude is around.

Even though you hardly converse, you feel as though you're close in a way.