Morning After
Morning came too soon. Caelyn roused Markos to take his turn of watch like he had when they were out on a mission without a word. Once Caelyn was satisified that Markos was awake, he trudged off to his own bed.
Markos yawned with a stretch as he glanced down at the slumbering elfess beside him. Her golden hair spilled over the blanket and her face was turned away from him. He affectionately smoothed a strand of hair from her cheek.
This is something I want to protect. These moments of serenity.
He slipped from the bed, pulling the blankets back up to cover Sintija. He went to the water basin and splashed cold water over his face.
I should've done more last night. Curse that harbinger for ruining the moment.