Tristan's Point Of View
As dawn broke in the sky, I stretched and yawned softly. Sylvester, feeling me stir as I woke up, pulled me into his arms and kissed my forehead.
"Good Morning, Tristan. Did you sleep okay?" He asked, clearly still sleepy himself.
"Yeah... I hurt all over though... We really over did it, didn't we?" I groaned.
"It's your own fault. Don't ever try to use me like that again. It's offensive." He chuckled.
"Hmm... Noted." I said, before I snuggled in closer to him.
"We can take a bath together in a bit. Just let me rest for now, okay?" Sylvester asked, softly.
"Hmm... How about you rest for as long as you need to, and we let the traitors take care of me instead?" I pondered.
Sylvester's eyes shot open immediately, and he glanced down at me wearily.
"Your punishment is going to start this early? Hahaha... Jeez, you're so damn terrifying..." He chuckled nervously.
