Nox slipped out of the room quietly, leaving Serian still asleep.
The princess looked like she hadn't moved much since he'd carefully extracted himself from her lap and laid her down properly. The thin blanket he'd found was still pulled up to her chin, her silver hair spread across the makeshift pillow, breathing soft and even. Her features were relaxed in a way he'd never seen when she was awake, the constant warrior vigilance temporarily suspended.
She needed the rest more than he did right now. Days of pursuit, fighting, carrying his unconscious ass to safety. He owed her rest at minimum.
He carefully closed the door behind him, the old hinges creaking slightly despite his caution.
