"The bastard." Weylyn murmured as she shoved Knight Bolev forcefully off her bed so he landed harshly on the ground.
The sound of his impact pleased Weylyn a little more than it should have and Weylyn had to remind herself of Knight Yrazel's words from the previous night.
Knight Bolev was not the enemy, he was not a foe but a companion and a comrade in arms and at all confrontations between them, Weylyn could not let herself forget it.
A quiet groan of pain escaped Knight Bolev's lips as he got up to a sitting position, glancing over at Weylyn with a disoriented look in his eyes.
The dregs of sleep still hung over him and he lifted a hand to rub his eyes for a moment before lifting his gaze to Weylyn again.
This time, the moment Knight Bolev's gaze settled on Weylyn, his eyes widened slightly as he stared at her in horror.
"What are you doing here?!" Knight Bolev exclaimed in alarm.