Percival observed Leiland for a time, watching as the pactwraith slept. He knew no rest would come to him, but there was something soothing in observing his lover. He was content enough to just lay there with him, though eventually he could feel the restlessness under his skin. His thoughts were busy and he had new concerns now. Namely the man asleep on his chest. Because Leiland was his now and he needed to be sure that he was safe and protected. Zaul'Nazh had neglected him. But he wouldn't do the same.
Slipping out of bed, he pressed a kiss to Leiland and whispered gentle, soothing endearments when he made a sound of displeasure, stroking his hair before he stepped away. He was careful not to be gone long, just gathering up a few supplies and Leiland's discarded armor. Then he slipped back into bed, sitting with his back against the headboard and repositioning Leiland so his head was in his lap.
It took a while to properly enchant the ring, and he could feel Leiland stirring against his leg as he finished his work. That was the night gone, but it had been well worth it.
"Good morning, darling," he said, leaning down and pressing a kiss to Leiland's hair. "How did you sleep?"