The first thing I saw when I woke up was a small book lying next to my pillow. There was a thin, velvet ribbon poking out from between the pages, serving as a marker. I took a long, lazy moment to wonder why it was there, why was it lying between mine and one other pillow that I didn't need, and why the delicate rays that the sun seeped into the room had a tint of blue instead of green. Eventually my stupid with sleep brain caught up and I realized where I was and how I got there. I smiled at Siaril's face, still peaceful and very much dead to the world. Not feeling like sleeping anymore, I carefully stood up, trying my best not to wake him.