Charynrae did not move when she heard the shift in breathing that indicated her companion was awake; it would take a moment for [i]him[/i] to become aware, so there was no use in rushing. Indeed many things were better served going slowly, like torture, for one, especially the kind of torture she had in mind for her companion.

She languidly pushed herself up to sit on her heels, her arms stretching overhead with her fingers interlocked to get rid of the last vestiges of sleep from her limbs, huffing out a small sigh. “Yes, indeed, that sounds like a plan.” She got herself together, stopping before her companion when she was ready. She placed a hand on his cheek again, her lips turned into a smirk. “How was I in your dreams, Amal?” she asked with a flutter of her eyelashes, feigning innocence.

She paused for only a moment to see his reaction before turning and sashaying away, pulling the hood of her cloak up and ensuring her hair was tucked away as she went.

“You know, I am almost convinced that this place is simply a portion of the Underdark brought above ground.”

It was long after breakfast and they had left the settlement and everywhere they turned it was just. more. [i]rocks[/i]. “You could paint a picture of this place in a single stroke of grey paint. The beginning, where you have the most pigment, is darker like the ground, and it just fades out as it goes up.”