Her smile then is tired. "Perhaps another day. Finding yourself... apparently some 1000 years old to things around you is a great deal to take in."
Which is pointed, really, when she turns her face away to yawn. Wider than is at all polite, twisting herself a little and - there's a crack as her back arches up, the toll of battle, and not being able to take the blackwater to replenish herself.
"There are Barrayarans alive today who could relate." Give or take a century or two. He nods in understanding and stands to collect their dishes.
"You're free to retire to the bedroom. I'll be out here should you need me." Catching up on work until he passed out on the couch. There was always something else he needed to do and his day had been thrown out of sorts with her arrival.
She stands there with a polite nod of her head as he gives her leave to go. Hovering a moment. "Whatever it might be worth to you. Thank you for your kindness to me, Captain Galeni." It's strictly formal, that measure of a Queen, rather than a woman who had shared a meal with him. Something to cover just how vulnerable that woman might be.
But for the first time she had arrived, she didn't feel quite so exposed.
She turns away from him to the bedroom. Perhaps she has a lot of intentions for dressing down into night clothes, saying prayers, cleaning her knife, or even closing the door, but in the end - by the time he's done and passes back that way, she's out cold. The mistake is sitting down on the bed at least, feeling the warmth and something that wasn't unforgiving ground underneath her, that she topples like a great pillar under the weight of a storm. Lands where she falls and doesn't move. Asleep in his uniform still, on top of the blankets without the energy to get under them. One minute awake, heavy, so very, very heavy, every limb dragging her down in a quickly caught up exhaustion from running hard for three weeks without pause. Now that she finally can take that breath, she goes under that weight like a child's toy. Sprawled one leg on the ground still and the other on the bed, holding grimly onto the pillows.
He takes his time cleaning, having no intentions of bothering her until tomorrow. It's been a long day for him and no doubt tenfold longer for her. Dishes washed, he's about ready to fall asleep in his uniform himself when he passes by the bedroom and notices the door open.
There's concern as he peeks his head in, ready to pull himself back out if she had undressed for bed. Instead he's greeted with the sight of her askew atop the bed, passed out from exhaustion. He smiles faintly as he quietly steps in and finds a blanket to cover her. He contemplates readjusting her leg so it's back on the bed, but decides against it. Waking her up through unwanted contact would only break what little trust he had built with her.
He grabs a blanket for himself on the way out and quietly closes the door behind him to give her privacy. He would settle on the couch for some time to work before he fell asleep himself, datapad resting on his chest.
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Which is pointed, really, when she turns her face away to yawn. Wider than is at all polite, twisting herself a little and - there's a crack as her back arches up, the toll of battle, and not being able to take the blackwater to replenish herself.
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"You're free to retire to the bedroom. I'll be out here should you need me." Catching up on work until he passed out on the couch. There was always something else he needed to do and his day had been thrown out of sorts with her arrival.
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But for the first time she had arrived, she didn't feel quite so exposed.
She turns away from him to the bedroom. Perhaps she has a lot of intentions for dressing down into night clothes, saying prayers, cleaning her knife, or even closing the door, but in the end - by the time he's done and passes back that way, she's out cold. The mistake is sitting down on the bed at least, feeling the warmth and something that wasn't unforgiving ground underneath her, that she topples like a great pillar under the weight of a storm. Lands where she falls and doesn't move. Asleep in his uniform still, on top of the blankets without the energy to get under them. One minute awake, heavy, so very, very heavy, every limb dragging her down in a quickly caught up exhaustion from running hard for three weeks without pause. Now that she finally can take that breath, she goes under that weight like a child's toy. Sprawled one leg on the ground still and the other on the bed, holding grimly onto the pillows.
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There's concern as he peeks his head in, ready to pull himself back out if she had undressed for bed. Instead he's greeted with the sight of her askew atop the bed, passed out from exhaustion. He smiles faintly as he quietly steps in and finds a blanket to cover her. He contemplates readjusting her leg so it's back on the bed, but decides against it. Waking her up through unwanted contact would only break what little trust he had built with her.
He grabs a blanket for himself on the way out and quietly closes the door behind him to give her privacy. He would settle on the couch for some time to work before he fell asleep himself, datapad resting on his chest.