Cyrdic closed the door behind the Captain, locking it so they wouldn't be disturbed again without a proper allowance. He sighed, and turned around to lean against the closed door, muscled arms crossed. He nodded at her observation, clearly grasping the hesitation in her voice. "They wouldn't ask for either of us if this wasn't something that could be very dangerous," he said, thinking for a few moments. Even with his explanation of the Duke wanting them out of Ostland's wrath. 

He looked up to see Camilla's bare form walking to the table set for them, and he felt as if he was worrying himself out of enjoying the present. Still, it did well to think things through before accepting. "Then again..." Cyrdic said, pushing off the door and heading over to sit down at the breakfast table that he'd half put together for them. "If we wanted safe, we'd be doing something else." 

He stuck some of the seasoned sausage in his mouth, far too much food for someone at court to shove in there. But it didn't matter to him, until he heard another knock at the door. 

"Whught!?" he asked, mouth full and clearly not wanting to be disturbed again. 

"Thousand pardons my Lord, but your and the lady's clothes have been washed..." he declared, before adding a hesitant, "as best they can be." 

"Fank yough" Cyrdic replied, and when the servant said no more, he figured he was gone and swallowed the food. He washed it down with some water, a bit of the liquid sloshing and wetting the top of his shirt. He still looked a bit out of it, and admitted as much. Cyrdic rubbed his eyes, and then stretched. 

"How was your sleep?" he asked her.
[@Penny]