[ When Rhy wakes up to an empty room, his first reaction is panic. Groggy, sleep-addled fear on the edge of a nightmare. He stumbles out of bed, fumbling for slippers and a robe to throw over his shirtless back. A flick of his wrist (shockingly easy these days, despite all those years spent back home struggling even to make a spark) and a dancing flame lights up in the lantern.
Last time he'd panicked and sent an anxious message out to Kyle, he'd been outside the castle, searching. He is a man of action, and one apparently unused to the burden of a restless and uneasy companion trying to keep an eye on him, probably to annoying lengths.
But Rhy can't go back to sleep. He waits, weighing the idea of saying something against the niggling feeling in the back of his mind that he's being childish and annoying, maybe even ridiculous.
Eventually, having paced the room too many times already, Rhy grabs the lantern and steps into the hall. He's not sure where he's going yet -- maybe simply somewhere new to pace before he wears out the rug. ]
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Last time he'd panicked and sent an anxious message out to Kyle, he'd been outside the castle, searching. He is a man of action, and one apparently unused to the burden of a restless and uneasy companion trying to keep an eye on him, probably to annoying lengths.
But Rhy can't go back to sleep. He waits, weighing the idea of saying something against the niggling feeling in the back of his mind that he's being childish and annoying, maybe even ridiculous.
Eventually, having paced the room too many times already, Rhy grabs the lantern and steps into the hall. He's not sure where he's going yet -- maybe simply somewhere new to pace before he wears out the rug. ]