“I didn’t hear you?”
Suyan leaned closer but Illyra did not repeat herself. She was, after all, only one S’danzo and Sanctuary was Sanctuary and not likely to change very much no matter what she did. But she would have to, if she ever saw him again, thank the shepherd for setting her free, at least.
Someone is always awake in Sanctuary especially when others are sleeping.
-Universal absolute
When she saw that he had wakened, she returned to the bed, mostly dressed but not quite. She bent down, exotically pale hair streaming long, to brush the top of his nose with her lips.
“We fell asleep,” she told him. “I’ve got to go! It’s terribly late.”
Lazily, muzzily, he lifted a hand to try to capture a dangling lobe of her chest as she bent. She straightened swiftly with a little chuckle and finished closing her latch-front tunic.
“Awww . . .” he began, lazy-muzzy, and the sound slid off into a yawn.
She started for the door. He saw her pause, lift a hand to her temple, up under the newly silvered hair she had combed partially free of the tangles the two of them had put in it. She turned back. Moonlight admit- ted by the open window let him see that she was frowning.
“My earrings,” she murmured, hurrying back to the little table beside the bed.
A moment later: “Darling? Didn’t I put my earrings right here? They’re-they’re gone!”
“Muss’ve dropped ’em on th’ floor,” he said without concern, and yawned again.
Watching her, smiling a little, remembering. Watching her go to her knees beside the bed in her search was fun, and he entertained a little fantasy about that.