his expression softens the moment he realizes gwayne has fallen asleep against him . glancing down at the other knight, lingering for a moment before a faint, fond smile touches his lips .
" wine with you .ᐣ " a small chuckle escaped him " how could i possibly refuse .ᐣ "
he gestured for the other knight to lead " after you, ser gwayne . "
unable to find rest, he sat beneath the dim torchlight, whetstone dragging slowly along the length of his sword .
the quiet scrape of steel against stone was steady, almost meditative, as he sharpened the blade .