You groan, waking up. Ugh, your eyes feel so dry. Peeling your eyelids apart feels gross, and drags with each blink you make.

You roll over, squinting in the dawning light, to find a glass of water and a small potion bottle on your desk. Did you grab those earlier?

Whatever.

You reach out and chug the water down, placing the emptied glass down. A yawn breaches from your mouth as you snuggle back into your warmed covers.

You close your eyes and hum as an arm pulls you closer to its warmth.

The dawn rolls over you as you curl against Bloody Bo-... You pry your eyes open. And sigh. Right. This stranger is still living in your bed, something you've just… accepted for reasoning unknown to you as of now.

Fine, whatever, but you still have to get up.

You remove Bloody Bones' arm from your waist, wiggling your way out of the bed and out onto the cold floor. A shiver rolls up your spine, but you continue forth, padding to your closet.

You're getting low on clothes you can wear. You'll need to get that thread soon.

You glance back at the bed. Still… 'asleep'. If you head downstairs, you'll just have to come back upstairs to write him a note, as well as grab things for your upcoming journey.

A smirk crosses your face as you roll off your clothing. Hehehe!

You change into your clothing quickly, a sense of cheekiness filling your chest as you adjust your shirt after having pulled that off.

Fun.

Having accomplished your silly task avoiding heading downstairs yet, you head about your room, picking and dropping what you might need. Extra clothing, a saw and wood glue for your staff, containers, liquids, food, gold… you should probably leave some gold behind for him. For food and the like. The others might help him, seeing as he's a mess with money, but perhaps coin for emergency might be necessary? He might just use it all again, though… do you need to teach him money? No, just include a budget in the note, section any money you give him. If he doesn't follow that, that'll be his own fault. Oh, but what if the others try and scam him? You'll have to give out word of protection to the others.

Oh, where is your staff? It was here last night, and now it's rolled off someplace again. It- ahah! 

No, wait. That's the stick you grabbed for Bloody Bones. Leave that next to his side of the bed and continue on with your search.

The closet. Why is it in the closet? Did he put it in here? No, Bloody Bones was already in bed when you came up. Did he eat last night? He must have, you came home rather late the night before. You'll… have to mentally thank whoever fed him. 

Hm. Should you include instructions for your plants in the basement? Usually, you'd hope for the best, but now you've a man who's got nothing else to do. He's also a fae, but…

Oh but what if he takes care of them wrong on purpose? Or he might not head down there at all without incentive.

He'd get bored and decide to explore, right? Or perhaps you should leave something down there to entice him. Coin? No. Books? Can he read? Has he been ignoring your notes so far? Fae don't require written language, but he's accustomed to mortals enough, right? You're over thinking this, why would he care about your books in the first place, he's probably old enough to know everything in them already.

Well.

You do have that , but…. No. Tempting him with that would be a double edged blade.

Coin it is, then, considering you can't think anything else. Obvious and non-intriguing as it is, it works well enough, you suppose.

You scribble your note, sectioning it and hoping that he'd be able to read it, placing it delicately onto his face.

You're about to leave, when you note that his arm seems to be staying where you once laid. Missing you already? How cute.

Then, might as well leave him with a parting gift.

You lift Bloody Bones' arm slowly, leaning further in.

And… There!

Your pillow, now snugly lay in his arm, like that of a teddy bear. Perhaps you should find him one on your travel, to keep him company while you're away.

You snicker at the idea, keeping the thought to consider for later.

But now, it's time to leave.

Do you leave the key with him?

…No, he’s either going to lose it or lock you out, if he even knows what it's for. And you’re tired of having to climb in through windows to get back in.

You tuck the key in your pack, and decide that if anything happens, you’re just going to … to steal it back? Yeah, that or… well you’ll do something.

The door clicks shut behind you, and you take a deep breath in. A murky smell, as always.

Now then. Off you go. Today… might be a good day, you grin to yourself.