Grace woke up with her face pressed against cold stone and Petriel's arm draped across her back. She twitched for a moment, before surrendering to the... current conditions.
[Why do I always end up as the little spoon? I'm the angel who can kill demons. Purify Pillars. And yet, it doesn't matter. I'm always the little spoon.]
She extracted herself carefully, trying not to wake the healer. Outside their tent, dawn barely touched the mountain peaks. Grace yawned, standing still for a moment, pausing as she found a certain someone. Valkyrie was already up, because of course she was, doing weapon forms that made Grace's brain short-circuit.
[By Eternia... is it my Love acting up or has swinging a weapon around like this always been sexy?]
"Morning," Grace croaked.
Valkyrie didn't break form.
"The protection you secured settled overnight. I still don't get how that works, but the villagers can move normally now."
"Oh. Good."
