Hours passed before the sky lightened with the coming of dawn and birds timidly began to sing their morning aubades. Glaran's hand twitched toward his dagger as he woke up, cursing himself softly for falling asleep. His eyes found Elizabeth sleeping as he remembered leaving her, curled up inside his cloak, her lips slightly apart. Watching her, his thoughts began to drift to their conversation the day before. He pushed them away, stripping out of his tunic silently, not wanting to wake her and kneeling by the pond for a quick wash.