Aulfr slowly woke, registering something warmer and softer than his blankets as he did so. But why would there be...? He jerked awake, sitting up before he had even registered he was moving. He stared blearily at the gentle light coming in from the rising sun through his window, before everything cleared with military speed, and he glanced about.

Oh. That soft comfortable thing was Aleksandra. He stared at her, feeling rather awkward, and read a mix of emotions on her face- as if she wanted to scramble away and come closer at the same time. He didn't want to admit that he had a similar feeling, even though he felt his was less power.

So he made the decision for them both, and rolled out of bed. He stretched, ignoring his pet assassin, and then headed for his bathing room for a quick wash, disappearing through the door not a minute after he woke up.

Once inside, he turned on the thick pipe's tap. Letting the warm water cascade into the bowl, he stretched again, this time more luxuriously, and taking more time. As he waited for the bowl to fill, he put aside his thoughts in favor of the more familiar, more secure warm-up he usually did in front of his window.