The cry alerted Dehak, and his eyes snapped open just in time to see a familiar blur fall at his bedside. His arms shot out, one gripping the rope that was still around her wrists and tied to the post, and the other going to her neck.
He pulled her closer, and for the first time, she'd be able to see eye to eye with him.
"Don't even think about it," he growled, although the bags under his eyes made it lose a bit of effect.
His nose wrinkled at her smell, and he frowned further.
"You need to be washed," he added, and he moved to stand, pulling himself up on the pole by his bed. Out of his armor, she'd be able to see just how exquisite his upper half was.