Neil was lost in a maelstrom of darkness. He had fallen asleep almost thinking he was on a rocking boat, as if the mattress itself was swaying upon light waves, and that feeling hadn't left him until Emmaline slid out of his arms. He felt a slight chill and stirred, trying to will himself to go back to sleep without even realizing it was his intent. The delectable smell that wafted into his nostrils was bittersweet, since he still felt entirely heavy. Should he appreciate sleep or that sweet smell? Where did it even come from? 

"Rise and shine," Neil heard near the light of the glass. He murmured and redirected his position, flipping his head like a pancake and opening one eye. Even bleary, the silhouette of Emmaline popped the other eye open, and he pushed his body up and wrested the sleep from him. He felt like his head was made of wool, but his girlfriend could clear his senses like a slap in the face. Standing there and smiling in front of him, he wondered how he could get so lucky. He would gladly be in a city besieged by malevolent forces beyond comprehension if it meant seeing her every morning. 

Good thing he could have one and not the other if they played it smart.

"Wow, that got me up," he laughed tiredly. He sat up and rubbed his eyes. "You didn't have to cook. I coulda... could have helped." The last word was lost in a yawn as he stretched, broadening his chest as his arms went wide. Emmaline plopped down at the edge of the bed and set the tray between them, taking a bite of a crispy piece of bacon. 

"I could do some things for you sometimes," she said, and they shared a smile. The two ne'er-do-wells began to eat, and gave small quips with half filled mouths and sent one another giggling more than once. When they were finished, Emmaline ended up getting her shoulders massaged by Neil's insistence. She let out a soft moan, moving her red waves out of his way. 

"This for breakfast?" She wondered softly. 

"That, and it's going to be a long ass day, babe." He said, his fingers dexterous and strong. He rubbed out every knot and point he could find, admittedly enjoying her enjoying herself. He also wanted to lay out what they were going to do while she felt good, so it sounded plausible. All he knew was they couldn't stay here forever. "Around noon we need to get dressed and pack everything we want to take with us. We're getting out of this city and going as far away as possible. Trust me, sewers'll stink worse than Gorbad Ironclaw's taint but we'll make it." Her face twisted in disgust at his turn of phrase, but it shifted back to a pleased smile at his massage. She was going to inquire where the sewers would lead them, but a shiver ran up her as he found the sweet spot on her back. He figured her question, regardless. The thieves had a way of talking without talking, sometimes. "We'll end up near Rohrhausen. It's a mining town. It will be abandoned, so we can hold up there the next night before heading into Riekland."

"Sounds fun," she replied, and Neil doubted even if she knew she was being facetious or not. 

"The funnest. I didn't even get to the good part." He said, and he let her give a 'hmmm' firstly, before adding. "There's a noble mansion in Rohrausen that could simply not have taken everything when they ran out, which means when we get there we'll nab a few trinkets for the road. No point in getting to another poor, right?"