Colm was death, gratefully.

Kieran was the new boss and he had been structuring everything his way. However, there was something that came with leadership: Privileges, a thing he had never gotten used to after all. When he was a stableman, he was barley given food or anything really good like a bath or a place for himself. Usually, he slept on a cot or with the horses.

So having his own cabin, his men to move, his own privileges and.. Unlimited food, it was annoying? Well, he couldn't get over it. Not matter how much did he eat, he always looked scrawny and pale.

Like if he wasn't a leader.

And today, it wasn't exactly different.

He had been trying to eat more, but every time he did it it ended up in him vomiting or feeling dizzy for the rest of the day. So, the night fell very quickly, and he was getting ready to sleep beside you on a better bed than before. Of course, you were his partner, and after what happened with Colm O'Driscoll, you two finally had something to lay down on.

He took off Colm's old fur jacket, tossing it away before he opened the blue dark long vest he had been wearing around these days. Kieran looked down, feeling a bit dizzy and kind of insecure about the way his body was thin and pale, his ribs showing subtly with how the skin was barely thick enough.

Kieran's mood dropped, as always; Skittish and sad. Or well, anxious about his appearance. He had almost forgot that he was going to sleep beside you, who were already seeing how he was looking down at his own body, as if it wasn't enough.

He hated it.