Kynton hummed in affirmation, watching her with sadness for a moment before he laid down beside her. Despite their closeness throughout the day he left a respectful distance between them now. There was no need to get comfortable with her anyway, he assumed she would come to hate him in short order once she figured out what had led them to their predicament.
"Good night, then. Sleep well," he bid her, closing his eyes and just listening to the quiet crackle of the fire and the muffled noises of the house around them. Now that he could pay more attention, it seemed rather alive below them on the main level despite the late hour. Odd.
Despite his exhaustion he slept very little, waking every hour or so with a start as he instinctively sensed something was amiss, that they might not be safe. It was hard to stamp the feeling out but he managed to only for it to resurface again each time.
Once the light of the morning sun was peeking through the curtains at the window he was startled awake again, but this time for a sharp rapping at their door. He grumbled and hissed, curling in on himself a little more and defiantly staying where he was: They'd locked them in here, they could damn well open the door for themselves!
