[b]Bael[/b] - Infirmary The first thing the boy heard was a soft voice saying: [b]Sleepy head[/b], followed by her claim that sleeping like that was likely uncomfortable. Bael smiled. Oh look, he woke up smiling. [b]"Ah of course not, it's certainly mostly comforting to sleep in such wonderful position."[/b] He said playfully, obviously not meaning it as a snarky or rude remark. The boy slowly moved himself, straightening his back, an 'ow' and 'ouch' escaping him as he felt his body tensing and the bones popping with every movement the boy did- he exhaled a relieved sigh when it stopped, followed by a long drawn out yawn, his arms moving up as he placed both of his hands together to better straighten himself. Well, he felt better now. He stood up from the chair, leaning over Lily; his sky-colored eyes scanning over her body briefly before they settled at her own eyes, the boy began to look directly into them.[b]"So, how are you feeling Lily? I hope you're better."[/b] His voice was calm and soft- even low, nearly a whisper but still audible from the distance he was from her (which wasn't that great, in fact). [b]"By the way, don't get used to this. I just decided to wait around because it was because of me you got hurt in the first place."[/b] His lips twisted upwards in a playful grin as he spoke. [b]"You won't manage to see my beautiful face every morning, unfortunately.."[/b] His voice made it pretty obvious that he wasn't being [i]exactly[/i] serious.