((Work was boring today. Painfully boring. I am going to share the products of my boredom, several blank receipts and a broken biro with you.))
I am only partially sorry.))
You can always take a day off if you need it, I'll cover for you. And try drinking some warm milk. Helps you get to sleep and, added bonus, I get to tell the other guards that you're a milk-drinker.
There was a definite thud when Arlain’s boot connected with Trond’s shin, though once the moment passed, she acted as if nothing had happened.
“Not a milk-drinker, Trond,” she grumbled. “Nothin’ ‘bout work that’s kept me from sleepin’.”
Headcanon: Arlain definitely wants to give Trond all of the sweet rolls she finds. And this isn't a bizarre suggestion at all.
[“Aha, no. No, that’s just not going to happen, Trond.
Good try, though. But the robes are a bit snug on y’belly. And y’still sound like a drunk mammoth when y’tromp about.”]