Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25113070-20160306112250/@comment-5426290-20160426212824

The bulk of muscles grunted at Alec's suggestion, walking to the bedroom to see Percival deeply asleep. His face visibly exhausted but strangely serene as this bed had been closest in terms of comfort and quality as that of his own in his time. The vampire laid on the bed like a child that had caused chaos around the house for 4 days straight. Dunnel grumbled. "He almost looks human, dumb incubi."

Seeing as Percival wasn't using them, Dunnel pulled the balket out from under the sleeping prince and walked with it to the livingroom like an undersized coat for a man like himself. He sat on one of the couches and took one of the wooden figureens to fumble in his hand with. "To think people have the time to make these, so many tiny details."

The door to the guestroom was pushed closed, giving Clair the privacy to calmly take off the torn rags she called clothes and to let her brown hair drape over her shoulders. With only underwear to cover her nethers she crawled in the bed under the covers, rolling herself up like a blanket caterpillar.

With a worn voice the merc looked up to Alec and Ana. "You two would do best to sleep, I'll keep guard again so don't worry about it."