Thorunn obliged, still too groggy with sleep to question it. Ulfric's eyes opened and he blinked himself awake, squinting in that multi-colored light, then sat up. No gift was better than the kind that killed people.īut no gift he'd given to her before was offered while he lay naked in bed, streaks of light peaking through the painted glass on the walls and cascading an eerie multi-colored light over the room. Said rewards usually involved pristine steel, sharp edges, and leather hilts. The only sorts of gifts they exchanged were, essentially, rewards. His eyes were still closed, but there was the faintest of most genuine smiles on his lips. She turned to face him, her thick dark eyebrow arched. "I've a gift for you." His voice got progressively more distant, like he was falling back asleep mid-sentence. She got no further than that before she heard Ulfric's voice, raspy and deep with exhaustion, from behind her. She pulled them over her legs, finding no need to clothe the rest of her body for the time being.
She yawned and stretched her arms out once she was finally free, then leaned down to pick up her cloth shorts.
Thereon, she was a lot more gentle with herself while she untangled her body from the blankets and Ulfric. She winced when she tilted her head and a shot of pain sizzled through her spinal cord from the crane in her neck. Ulfric's leg and arm were strewn over her as he lay on his side, with her head resting on his neck. Thorunn woke naked, nestled in a mess of blankets and pillows and limbs not her own.
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