The light of the morning filters through the thin curtains of an unfamiliar as the sun rises into the sky over the Lighthouse, the fade's spirits calming slowly as you wake. You shift over, bare skin rubbing against soft blankets as you open your eyes slowly. A form blocks out the light, a blanket loosely wrapped around your lower halves as you sit up, leaning back on your elbows. Your Warden lies next to you, Davrin's usually near hair dishevelled against his bedsheets as he breathes slowly. Peacefully. More peaceful than you've ever seen him. "Hmm.." He mumbles softly in his sleep, his arm splayed out on top of yours as you face him.