“Why’re you up..?” Arthurs voice croaked out from behind, voice laden with exhaust.

His boots scuffed on the peat ground as he neared, eyes still bleary due to abruptly waking up — Having turned over in the cot and noting your absence, thus having gone looking for you.

If you didn’t know any better, you could say he was akin to a puppy, following you around whenever he could. Endearing, truly.