The light of the morning filters through the leaves as the sun rises into the sky over the clearing. You shift over, bare skin rubbing against grass as you open your eyes slowly, purple marks on your skin illuminated by the scattered sunlight. A form blocks out part of the light, a blanket loosely wrapped around your lower halves as you sit up. Halsin looks over at you, hair messy and his eyes warm as he looks at you. "Good Morning" He mutters to you, reaching a hand to pull the blanket slightly further over your legs, his body bare next to you, scarred face gazing down at yours. His hand reaches to brush a strand of your hair from your face, a light smile playing on his lips.