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[prince_arithon]

Arithon leads Svava into the House of Arch, and to his room.

He turns, and looks a little helpless.

"Now. What do I do?"

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[skjaldmeyjar]

Svava bites her lip- more to keep from smiling. "Um. You would get ready for bed, I would think. Dropping down to the floor wouldn't do you much good."

[prince_arithon]

There is a look of faint horror, and he makes the instant choice to sleep fully clothed.

He does take his boots, sword, and bracers off.

Then he settles into his hammok and pulls a blanket up to his chin.

[skjaldmeyjar]

Svava had been thinking more along the lines that he could have left to change his clothes. The amused look she gives him convieghs this. A nod, and she walks over.

"... well, we do know my rune magic works on you. And given the nature of this spell, if it doesn't work, it won't cause problems. It just won't work, is all... and we'll know it." She takes a deep breath.

"Ready, Arithon?"

[prince_arithon]

The look he gives her conveys nothing. Because not even with a look will he admit to her that he sleeps in exactly that.

Nothing.

"I am ready. Thank you."