"Master," Arla turned in her bed, groaning and stretching at the call of dawn and then opening her eyes with a light yawn.
"Yes, Arla?" Sol responded, he had only just entered the room, but staying under her radar required more than being quiet so when she reaponded to his presence he could only smile at how perceptive she had become.
"Good morning, Master," The elf yawned again and stretched once more, raising Dina's arm off her torso and scooting to the edge of the bed before him while he took a seat on the chair next to it.
"Good morning, Arla," Sol smiled at her hair puffing around her head and the morning blush across her cheeks. "Did you sleep well?"
"Like an infant."
