Welcome Words

She wrote at night and smiled over at the man who was rustling in her sheets. He seemed more restless than Gwen couldn't stay in her room all day long because she would also go insane. Keeping her room locked when she was out was definitely the key to making sure there would be no one lurking around.

There were rounds of mail that Cosette helped her finish earlier, and Gwen messaged Dawn where there were sentences that had another meaning. Gwen didn't have the power to do anything at the moment, and she hoped that Dawn was doing well despite every odd being against her wishes.

The day was otherwise normal but spent it well. Gwen covered her yawn with the back of her hand and looked back at the handsome man in her bed. He was certainly a taste, one that had a demanding and intimidating face.

Her eyes darted back to her paper to continue being on task as her cheeks warmed. She knew that man could tell how much she was looking at him.

It was starting to get late with Gwen standing up from her desk and sliding her journal and other materials away into the drawers below. The man was kicking the sheets up again, and she sighed as she came over to pat his chest to try and get him to calm down like he was a child while she fixed the bedding.

She was going to walk away and blow out the candle that was perched on a small table stand by her seating area when the man grabbed her hand and pulled her back. Surprised by the movement, a yelp escaped her mouth before she clamped her lips shut worried that the knights out the doors would have heard her cry.

Nothing ensued over the few minutes that went by, and she finally looked down at the culprit who grabbed her. She pressed a hand to his cheek, finding that his color was returning to his cheeks. No sweat coated his face as it normally did, so she was glad to see that he was doing a lot better than usual.

His head slipped toward her, and Gwen gently fixed the pillow underneath to make sure that he was comfortable. She tried to pry her hand out of his grasp, but he wasn't letting her go.

Gwen frowned as she flicked her eyes over to the candle that was burning with having no care in the world. She couldn't just leave it as it was a fire hazard.

"I need to blow out the candle," Gwen whispered.

The man stirred, and Gwen tried to pull away to no avail. She eventually sat down on the side of the bed with her back to him, and let her fingers drift. Running her hand through his hair, it was soft to the touch.

Her words that she normally kept to herself, she decided to say them out loud in hopes that he heard her. "I did my part, so I hope that you do yours."

The force on her hand slackened, and she breathed out a relieved sigh. It was an odd understanding where she could tell that he understood without even saying anything in return. Maybe that was for the better. Striding over to the candle,

Gwen blew it out, shrouding them in the darkness that went on like a smooth balm.

Lights outside flickered onto the walls as they normally did, and Gwen paused for a moment.

She still needed to get used to the figure that was in her bed since she wasn't sleeping alone anymore. It was a weird thought, and Gwen quietly stepped over to her side of the bed lifting the covers up for her to sleep in.

Since the man had a fever, she gave him a thin blanket to sleep on top of the comforter while she slid underneath the plush, thick blankets. Gwen didn't want to move around too much, and she finally got settled in her bed, staring up at the coffined ceiling with the intricate designs that were even noticeable in the dim lighting. 

Bringing the blankets up to her chin, she yawned as her eyes fluttered shut to get some sleep for the night.