“Yep, have a nice rest. I’ll probably be back before you wake up.” As he stands, he stretches but reaching upwards, before rotating his torso a few times to unkink the muscles. He takes the flask to drink another sip of water before tying it back onto his belt.
Athos and his entourage should be caught up in their morning meetings so now was the best time to get in and out, less he attracts more attention to himself. He gives her a final wave before speaking again. “If you can get Oracle to rest when she comes back, I’d be more in your debt. She probably didn’t sleep all night again.”
And with that he leaves the hut and carefully walks around his sleeping crew. If they woke up, they would definitely want to come with him even if he was going to just scout. Grecia is a place of hidden knives in smiles, and even though Athos had the biggest knife, the unrest would cause more threats to pop out.
His return has little fanfare, nothing more than a quick of greetings to the guards. The give him a bow which he returns as he begins to quickly walk through the halls. It was still early morning and thankfully, Athos didn’t seem to be up yet. He travels carefully and quickly and cuts through the training ground to head to his office.
The door shuts behind him as he scans the room. Only empty armor and shields greet him to his relief. If Athos had heard about his nightly excursion he would be waiting here to arrest him. “Traitor” was one way to put it but he’s sure his brother was smart enough to frame him for a rebellion too if he wanted too.
Were all siblings like this? Probably not, as he thinks back to one of his guards who openly chatted about his scholar brother whenever family came up.
If he was king, he would never turn on Athos.
And there’s a pang in his heart when he’s sure Athos wouldn’t return that favor to him.
A sigh escapes, as he slaps his cheeks and winces at the sting of his action. There wasn’t time to get gloomy over that. Fingers graze the tightly bound records until his eyes catches the Lord’s name. Scribbled in was the guards assigned to him and he thinks back to last night–
That was one of his people.
Footsteps echo outside his door, and he quickly shoves the book back into place as the door opens. A guard steps in, surprise forming on his face before he bows towards him. he returns the favor before letting the other speak.
‘Sorry general, I didn’t think you’d be in this early.’
“It’s alright. I actually was here the whole night. I’m way behind in filing the reports…Is that a new report?”
“Aw man.” He holds out his hand as the guard laughs a bit, before pretending to flip through it as if interested. “By the way, were you in barracks last night?”
‘Yes sir. I retired at 4 AM.’
“Did you see Alec in there? I need his help to shovel through some stuff.”
‘You know him, he’s sleeping like a log. Completely crashed before I even left for my shift.’
“Yeah, he’s like that huh.” He reaches the end before giving the other man a thumbs up. “Thanks, I’ll leave it with the others.”
When he finally returns he sees the village fully awake. Some men cook the meat of their catch, while women stir the soup. Oracle sits, snoozing under the tree and he breathes a sigh of relief to see her rest peacefully. The smell of stew permeates the village and it’s a pleasant scent.
His own platoon must’ve gone to check the other village in case they needed help so he simply waves it off. He steps inside the hut, careful not to make any noise. He sees Miyuki sleeping away on the bed filled with furs and gives a nod of approval. The poison must’ve been bled out alright when she took the arrow out.
Finally, he plops down as he removes his sword and shield from his back. As he rests against the wall and begins to feel the cozy warmth in the hut…
"... y.... hey... Hey! How much longer are you going to sleep for?"
The raucous voice stirs her out from her much needed slumber as forest green eyes slowly flutter open. The sun rays shine in through the window, though they thankfully are not angled right towards her face. For a moment she forgets where she is as she sits up and looks around the small hut. It is only when she sees Demitrius' figure leaning against the wall gently snoozing away, that she recalls their conversation from this earlier that morning.
So he really did come back before she woke up. Yet it is a rare sight to see him sleeping—or rather, napping?—like this; normally Demitrius has plenty of energy to keep him going. But it is not an unpleasant sight to finally see him resti—
"Hey! Are you ignoring me?!"
'Ahh, what is it Susano'o?' she begins to respond, rubbing her eyes as she tries to adjust to the light. In the distance she can hear the faint voices of the villagers as they go about their daily routines. How late was it? 'I'm sorry, I'm still so tired, and you're kind of faint too...'
The click of a tongue and an angry huff sound within her head. "Honestly, what are those Grecian bastards doing...! Letting you get hurt to that extent... I should go over there myself and—"
And so begins the whole process of the young woman attempting to mentally calm down the storm god, all while trying to gather her bearings. As she shuffles around and stands up from the bed of furs, she takes note of Demitrius again as he slumbers against the wall. Though she would move him to the bed if she could, Miyuki isn't sure that she could manage that without waking him up.
So instead she takes a fur that was the closest equivalent to that of a blanket, draping it over the other's body as gently as she possibly could. She takes care to cover both his shoulders and legs, stretching it out evenly. The young woman glances down at the bandages—the wound didn't open, did it?—before turning to leave the inside of the small hut.
