[ He slows as he enters her room, taking in the sleeping form of the dragon and the already lit fire. For a moment he just stares, at a loss, then the puppy nudges his leg and he refocuses -- walks to the fire and shifts to shrug free of his hauberk. He inhales sharply at the pain the movement shoots through him, takes a moment to recover as he drops the mail aside and starts to loosen his gambeson and wrist guards. She wants to inspect his wounds, after all. He can facilitate that. ]
Do you miss it?
[ His voice is quiet as he drops the leather cuffs, revealing wrists raw from writhing in bindings. ]
action;
Do you miss it?
[ His voice is quiet as he drops the leather cuffs, revealing wrists raw from writhing in bindings. ]
Camelot.