“Then you’ll have to do it all over again. My apologies, I don’t usually try to make a habit of undoing other mens’ work,” he replies as he grabs Vander’s belt for balance. While he might be healed, he was still drunk, after all. He glances towards the hand coming up his side under his leathers and chuckles.

The audacity of it made him feel younger, somehow- Like he was the plaything, the object in all of this.

“I do indeed expect only excellence from the men around me.”

The castle bridge stand before them, its stone supports plunging into the turbulent ocean below. But the bridge is wide, set with a number of arenas before the actual castle gates. As they set foot of the bridge, a roar thunders from somewhere in the distance.

“Ah. She’s awake.”