Well. So much for not waking her up. Glaran cursed himself for waking the princess up, not bothering to finish his wash but quickly shrugging back into his tunic, his wet hair leaving darker marks on the already dark fabric. He glared at Elizabeth as if it were her fault. "If you're awake, you might as well freshen yourself up," he said gruffly, getting to his feet and walking to the edge of the clearing, his back turned towards her in silent communication that he wouldn't look.