It was late, Tovar was grateful that William decided that the whole group should be pulled out of the weather and stay at a tavern.

The tavern was warm and rather welcoming for the entire group. Tovar sat in his armchair in his room, staring at the fire as his fingertips traced his cracked lips, enjoying being under a roof and a comfortable bed and chair while he could.

Soft footsteps caught his attention and looked over from his shoulder, hearing a door open and knowing you were awake.