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Raising a brow and chuckling to the Warden, Neron gives her an obliging nod and moves to roll out the keg into a more accessible position. There are a couple of steins, too, and he places one atop the barrel so Morgan can fetch herself a drink whenever she pleases. By the time he’s finished, the Glacier has found something much more interesting, Neron tilting his head and watching her arrange a rug into a makeshift bunk.
”Oh? I forgot, I just stand in the corner in the shadows and wait.” He folds his arms across his chest - not sleeping does not equate to not being comfortable, but he obliges nonetheless, upturning a couple of boxes and helping to arrange the rug atop them. Stepping back and seating himself on a crate, he waves an imperious hand.
”Your bed, madam,” he drawls.
”Oh? I forgot, I just stand in the corner in the shadows and wait.” He folds his arms across his chest - not sleeping does not equate to not being comfortable, but he obliges nonetheless, upturning a couple of boxes and helping to arrange the rug atop them. Stepping back and seating himself on a crate, he waves an imperious hand.
”Your bed, madam,” he drawls.
lay your hand on me, one last time
