He gave a guttural sigh as he pushed himself up from the bed. It was warm, which was to be expected really, but for once he didn’t mind. He was out of the sun, and his pale skin could finally relax. He did his morning ablutions before putting his clothes on. His boots were ragged and torn in places but still mostly functional. His robe had seen better days, and his jeans were practically falling apart. Figured – he was going to need to visit a tailor to get himself properly sorted out.