As Karstly had said, what would happen if their position was attacked again, in the hours before dawn? It wasn't an impossible thing, even if it was unlikely. Karstly didn't believe it even though he was the one to say it – Oliver had been able to tell as much, but still it seemed a sound enough point. There was no good reason to be wasting opportunities for rest when they were in such a dire state.
He pushed his way outside, and the burning sun illuminated the state of his undress all the more. He squinted, shielding his eyes against its glare. It was already high in the sky, just past midday.
It was not true undress, of course, but for a nobleman it very much felt like it. Oliver was well aware of the standards that his new class held him to by now, and he summoned up a wry smile as he thought of how he would have been taken to task back at the Academy for the way he looked now.
