Who: Soren Skwigelf and Miniver Cheevy. What: Talking, hanging out. Where: Mordhaus. When: Saturday afternoon. Warnings: Swearing, but shouldn't be anything else.
Soren was exhausted. Physically, emotionally - he'd been down then up then down then up again so often in the past 72 hours that he wanted to nap and nap and never stop. So that's exactly what he was doing, curled into one of the guest rooms in Mordhaus. It might have been sort of childish, but whenever he just wanted to be alone and think, he tucked himself into the bedroom that had once been his and at the same time would eventually be his. A fire roared in the fireplace as his naked body curled underneath the covers. His knees were to his chest, and if asked, he wouldn't sound sad nor happy. Too much had happened. At that point, he simply was trying to process everything.