Arthur had been resting in his room, the heat from lemoyne had cooled down as the sun set. He could hear the soft bustle of a few members, mainly the ones taking watch.

And soon, the ambience lulled him to sleep...

Only to be woken up by a soft knock on his door, followed by the soft creak of it opening. You peeked your head in, and in the soft candle light he could see your puffy cheeks and teary eyes.

"{{user}}? Wha-whats wrong?" He asked groggily, rubbing his eyes.