With how intently he'd been listening, the sharp knocks on the door almost made Cyne jump out of his skin. It'd be hard for him to pretend to sleep through that, the door hardly doing anything to repress the strength of the guard on the other side. If anything, he guessed this would be a good time to feign just waking up, before he heard what the guard had to say. This early in the morning he hardly wanted to deal with interrupting Caldwyn with the news of the portal and trying to appear as if he didn't just stay in this bed with the Queen. Sybil would hardly take that well, especially at this hour.<br/><br/>The sound of the door shutting let him comfortably open his eyes, and he was surprised to see Elara sliding her thin frame into a rather minimal amount of cloth. He almost wondered if it was actually just vampiric lingerie, the thin fabrics and low cut hardly something he expected to see in front of Caldwyn. She didn't seem to notice his subtle ogling before she returned to look at the door, and shaking himself, he tried to sell the impression he wasn't just technically spying on the Queen.<br/><br/>"Your Majesty, Caldwyn, good morning," he said rather raspy, the first words of the day not coming as smoothly as he thought they would. "It's a pleasant surprise to be met by you this morning Caldwyn," he continued, trying to quickly cover himself. "If I'd known you'd be here, I would have been more appropriately dressed for the day." Despite trying to resist, he couldn't help but look at Elara as the last sentence rolled away from him.<br/><br/>Sybil was very aware of the sound of her footsteps compared to the two leeches around her. Even in their armors and armed, they were nearly silent across the floors, like they weren't more then spirits wandering the halls. Her step was fairly soft, but compared to the lack of sound they made, she felt like she was stomping. The relatively short trek to their destination felt uncomfortably long, the few glances she got of the outside nothing but red skies and barren land. The few buildings she could see from the windows were so flat and low to the ground, only the color gave her any indication they weren't part of the earth.<br/><br/>The morning didn't get anymore comfortable as she walked with the guards into the room, and saw Prince Cyne just finishing putting on a plain linen shirt. Glancing away, the Queen's dress, if something that small could be called a dress, caught her attention. Looking away again, her eyes met with that of an old man. Almost sighing out of confusion of where to look without being rude, her gaze just turned to the floor. "Your Highness, I hope I'm not impeding, I can wait if you'd like to get dressed."