Like always, the ache in his shoulder isn't going anywhere. (He'd call it a bad-weather ache, but that would imply it has any sort of weather forecasting ability. It's like the bad-weather ache of someone camped on the Storm Coast.) Giving up for now, he pushes himself out of bed.
It crosses his mind that he could do an over-exaggerated shiver for extra effect, but...he is capable of not teasing.
"Kitchens are probably open by now," he says, padding toward the ladder. "Want anything?"
Alistair's definitely bringing back a pot of tea, if nothing else. Maybe two pots of tea.
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Like always, the ache in his shoulder isn't going anywhere. (He'd call it a bad-weather ache, but that would imply it has any sort of weather forecasting ability. It's like the bad-weather ache of someone camped on the Storm Coast.) Giving up for now, he pushes himself out of bed.
It crosses his mind that he could do an over-exaggerated shiver for extra effect, but...he is capable of not teasing.
"Kitchens are probably open by now," he says, padding toward the ladder. "Want anything?"
Alistair's definitely bringing back a pot of tea, if nothing else. Maybe two pots of tea.