thosedamnskywalkers | medieval smackdown au open post

"One likely isn't stealth is it? I could hear you coming from yards away," Rey's eyes darted back to him and she smirked lightly. "So how can I help you sleep honored guest? Should I put the tea on?" As much of an double-entendre as it may have seemed, it was a sincere question.

"You don't need to do anything," Ben said, "though keeping each other's company while we are both struggling with sleep seems wise."

"Well, if it's the wisest choice," nodding her head sideways towards the fire she lifted her shoulders in a small shrug before turning and once more sinking down to the warm stones to sit in front of it.

"I hear this is a normal evening for this part of the North," the cold he meant, though that might not be as clear from the first moment.

"We don't usually sit by the fire with large, potentially magic men," she countered as she watched him.

"We call it the Force," he said, in a dry tone. "Magic is ... something different again."

"I did say potentially," she smirked at him.

"You did," he acknowledged. "I hope that has cleared it up for you."

Rey considered the prince quietly for a long moment before she spoke up from out of nowhere. "Are you always in a foul mood, or do you only seem that way?"

Now that was a question. "I would say it only seems that way because I am not adjusting well to the cold," he said slowly. "However, my siblings would probably say that I am always this way."

"I just wanted to make sure my presence wasn't that offensive," as she said it she fixed him with a grin that suggested she was more jesting than not.