Another morning...

[steadfast_one]

Gawain drowsed for a while, warm and content with Galahad draped about him. Once the sun had climbed high enough to begin to brighten the room, however, he had to acknowledge that it was more than time to get up. He had not reported in yesterday, and doubtless Arthur would want to hear his account of their ill-fated sortie

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[purelygalahad]

Galahad mumbled and grumbled and grunted before rolling over, directly onto his broken arm. With rather voluble cursing, he sat bolt upright, his hair sticking in all directions and a comical expression of confusion on his face.

[steadfast_one]

Gawain had to bite back a smile as he too sat up; Galahad had never been particularly good at mornings.

"And good morning to you, too. How's your arm?"

[purelygalahad]

"Sore," said Galahad grumpily. He blinked once. "Really sore."

He looked over at Gawain, tempted to just curl up against the older knight again. Rather regretfully, he said, "I suppose Arthur is expecting to see us?"

[steadfast_one]

Gawain smiled. "I imagine he is." Reaching out, he drew Galahad into a loose hug, smoothing his hair into some semblance of order.

"We'd better get ourselves tidied up."