"how about you get some sleep, hm?"
She really was something else.
The former knight had been patrolling around his old home to ensure that all trace of the Pontiff’s knights was gone. The past couple of days he hadn’t come across any, and without any force behind them to organize them, he doubted that reinforcements would come. Nevertheless they would remain in the secluded tower for a little longer just to make sure, the structure which had once kept Yorshka trapped now served as a hiding spot for them.
His guard came to a halt at Gwyndolin’s words. To think that even now, while she was recovering from the terrible abuse her body had suffered from the abomination’s attempt at consuming her, she was still looking after him.
“You are the one who needs rest the most.” He turned to face her, fingers testing the quality of the spare sword he had found in the castle. His gaze remained fixated on hers for a moment, before he moved away from the balcony. In a different time, he would have refused, but the years he had remained away from Anor Londo had given him plenty of time to reconsider his work ethics. They didn’t need to eat or sleep as frequently as some others, but it helped keep their health.
“I will rest, but if you need me to do or answer anything, don’t hesitate to wake me up, alright?” He lied down on a pile of fabrics stolen from the castle and pulled one over himself, sword left right beside him for quick access.
