The messengers were of course waiting. It was clear nothing would get through until the man they were gripingly calling 'That damn dragon of a man' allowed it. Or until he stopped guarding the Inquisitor quite so jealously.

"Has no business being that bright out..." Was that small protest from under the blankets sounding a bit sulky? Perhaps. Athras was not much of a morning person, clearly.

A shift from under the blankets as he peered sleepily over at his lover, clearly debating the virtues of leaving his warm nest to instead settle in with him while things were still mysteriously calm.