[For once, Yurick appears to be sleeping peacefully, sprawled out on his back with one hand lightly curled beside his head on the pillow almost close enough to have been touching Zael's hair. That is, until Zael nudges him awake. After years of mercenary life on the road, he wakes immediately and almost fully alert, sitting bolt upright with his eye rapidly focusing on his comrade.]
What?! What is it?! I--
[And then he takes in their garish surroundings, followed by their mutually half-undressed states, and surprise gives way to shocked outrage.]
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What?! What is it?! I--
[And then he takes in their garish surroundings, followed by their mutually half-undressed states, and surprise gives way to shocked outrage.]
Wh-- what the bloody hell...?!