[hr][hr][center][h2][b][i][color=b8860b]Keystone[/color] & [color=82ca9d]Sana[/color][/i][/b][/h2][/center]
[b][center][color=b8860b]Location:[/color] Crossed Swords Inn & Tavern, 2F Private Room [/center][/b][b][center][color=b8860b]Interacting With:[/color] Each Other, awkwardly [/center][/b][hr][hr]

	The evening blessedly passed without incident, although the temperature did drop considerably as time rolled by. Keystone instinctively sought comfort in the night, rolling over to the nearest source of steady warmth and pulling a blanket over himself. His rest continued, otherwise unabated, until morning's grey light filtered in through the shutters, a single, wide shaft of illumination providing just enough ambient light to rouse the slumbering Pugilist. It was the first time in a while he had slept as soundly in a good long while, and even though he was technically awake at this time, he had no desire to move from his warm, comfortable position until his the urgency to relieve his bladder overtook his desire to remain laying down. 

	Suddenly, something in his brain clicked. A mote of awareness, possibly an point of alarm that had to be addressed. What it was, he could not say; only that something was very, very wrong and it needed to be addressed as seriously as a rabid pit viper. Slowly, Keystone opened his eyes and patiently allowed them to adjust to the light. A soft sigh came from under the covers, stirring slightly but not enough to rouse. Golden hair peaked out from the top of the sheets and beneath Keystones chin. 

	Sana had slept peacefully that evening, getting some much needed rest. She had always slept best on her side and hated facing windows. They let the sun come in well before she was ever ready to get up. Spending most of her life sleeping outdoors, one would think she would be used to it but she wasn't. And when she had found herself passing out in an actual bed she took full advantage of it. Granted how she ended up curled up against Keystones chest was anyone's guess. People move in their sleep, it happens. It so happened that Sana ended up with her head tucked beneath his chin, her legs laced with his own and a hand resting on his chest as she breathed deeply and slowly. 

	Keystone, meanwhile, was wondering precisely how he was going to remove himself from the situation before Sana fully woke up. Not that this was an occasion wherein shame would have gotten the better of him; far from it. Were he the type to stretch the truth or brag about his mid-coital exploits, the acquisition of a magical gypsy-bard would, in this regard, only heighten his reputation in certain circles. But considering what kind of a person [i]he[/i] was, it could actually damage [i]her[/i] reputation. Even that aside, he didn't want to have his first experience of the morning be him getting swatted and assaulted for unknowingly copping a feel. To accomplish this, he initiated a "hand check", to ascertain precisely where each one was before he started moving around. [color=b8860b][i]"One... and two."[/i][/color] he clicked off mentally. With speed comparable to the common garden slug, Keystone began his attempt to remove himself from the tangle of limbs and bedsheets that began his morning. The fact that, for whatever reason, he noticed that her hair carried a particularly drawing scent meant absolutely nothing. Nothing at all. 

	A grumble came from Sana's lips as Keystone tried to remove himself and she shifted slightly. Not to pull away but to snuggle closer against him. Her hand slipping from resting on his chest to around it and pressing to his back. The woman was by no means stronger than Keystone but she was hardly a weakling, it didn't hurt that the majority of her strength was in her arms. A life time of drawing a bow string tended to do that. Either way, she was glued to him and seemed hell bent in her sleep not to move from the warmth his body provided. There was a chill in the air now because of the drop in temperature over night, that had to be why she was keeping herself so close. Right?

 	[color=b8860b][i]"Bloody 'ell, she's got some chains on 'er..."[/i][/color] echoed in Keystone's mind. That meant the decision had most definitely been made for him. He could struggle out of the iron grip of the sinewy archer readily enough, but that would utterly destroy his misguided attempt at subtlety from a moment ago. No, no. Not this morning. Keystone resolved that he was going to stay right there, in that position, until such time as Sana wanted to rise for the day. He slowly put his hands back where they were when he first woke and settled back in, content to wait. 

	And if he was completely honest, the scent of her hair - Very much a perk. To hell with the undead emergency.