Indrean didn't sleep very well-which, in all honesty, made sense; he was on a mission protecting the Lady Daewyn from her pursuers and he was nervous. Not only was he going against his orders from his commanding officer, but he was also finding himself drawn inexplicably to the Lady. She was absolutely beautiful, there was no doubt about that, but with that beauty came temptations. These temptations that came up, especially last night while she asked him to lay with her as her outer dress fell to the floor, but he had to resist them. Because he was not a ruffian. He was a gentleman. That is how he had been raised, and indeed, that is how he had been trained as a soldier.  She was also a Lady of high standing, and he was...well, nothing, really. He did not come from noble blood but had earned his rank as a Ranger.<br/><br/>All this was to say that he had not slept well, so, when he heard the morning birds chirping outside the window, he rolled over, sighed and sat up. He yawned and rubbed his eyes before turning to face the Lady.<br/>She looked more beautiful than the day before.<br/>He suddenly realized that he was staring at her, so he cleared his throat awkwardly and ran a hand through his tousled hair, shaking his head in response to her question.<br/>"Not at all, my Lady....although it seems like you rested well...?"