"Good morning!"

Luna's voice was music to Illyce's ears again. It yanked her from another nightmare; the same one as the other night, the same scenario, the same situation, the same pit of fear welling up in her until the moment she opened her eyes. She thought she was shaking. [i]But surely,[/i] she thought. [i]The princess would have noticed if I was nervous about anything.[/i] She barely heard that Luna was actually making breakfast. She gulped, trying to remember the last time that Luna cooked anything for her, let alone by her own hand. It must have been some kind of egg-based dish, or something breaded. She doubted that they had the supplies for anything fancy, unless Lot had been foraging at all in his stay. She noticed the bowl of those ... berries. They didn't look too appetizing at first glance, and part of her wondered how in the heavens Lot survived off of those. It didn't look like he had eaten a lot of them, especially since it looked like the slightest touch to the basket would send the whole thing tumbling over.

She set to a little stretching instead. Her imprisonment had left her with limbs aching with inactivity. She couldn't protect Luna in this shape, and she set to rectifying it. The moment she managed to rise on her own, she set to push ups -- she lost count of her reps early on, even as she counted at the pace of "one, two, one, one, two, two, one, two, three" under her breath. It was the only thing in the morning that could keep her mind off of that dream again. It was a focus, like its own mantra: [i]My life is Luna's,[/i] she repeated to herself. [i]Even if she insists otherwise...[/i] She hesitated, holding herself up a little longer on a rep; she lost count again. [i]But don't throw it away. For her sake...[/i]

Lot twisted his lip when he heard her grunting. "Your knight doesn't rest a lick, it looks like," he mumbled. "What'd you have in mind exactly for breakfast?" He glanced back over at his berry basket. He prayed that Luna wouldn't use any of them in a dish, more for the sake of her stomach than his own; he had withstood the onslaught of the Berries of Bloating over the span of a few days, and it was an experience he hoped neither of them would risk repeating. "Think we got supplies for something we can eat in peace?" He poked his head out of the curtain again. "I'd cook it for you, Princess, but around here, foraging is kinda weird."