Gale had started breakfast once she had gotten home. The smell of the meal cooking over the fire began to rouse Broin from his sleep, the young man rolling onto his back. He had been laying on his side, his face toward the wall, though the sounds of sleep went silent and were replaced now with the sounds of someone waking up. Gale smiled as she watched him for a moment, turning back to the fire. She could hear Broin behind her, getting up from the bed and moving across the room to the washbin. As she rose from where she had been, crouched checking on their breakfast, she felt his arms rest on her shoulders. Smiling, Gale turned around and rested her hands on Broin's waist. "Good morning," She said softly, watching Broin as he smiled down at her. His hair was sticking to his face and neck.
