Ethemon opened his eyes abruptly, staring blankly at the pitch-black ceiling for a moment before sitting up with a trace of irritation. Astarion was already curled into a tight ball, wrapped up in all the blankets.
Ethemon looked at the ball of white-haired Elf with a faint amused smile, thinking that even his sleeping posture was just like a cat's.
He stepped out of bed as quietly as possible, throwing on only a light jacket before leaving the room. Scratch, on guard by the door, opened his eyes alertly. Seeing Ethemon wave a hand at him, the dog settled back down and immediately fell fast asleep again.
Chapter 84