[ Sinclair wakes up first, feeling warm and groggy. Oria's still in his bed, in his arms and it's a reminder that last night wasn't a dream. Oria's sleeping expression is exceptionally peaceful and Sinclair doesn't want to wake him from it at all. So he's careful when he leans in to check Oria's temperature to see if it's gone up or down at any point in the night.
The room is filled with the faint light of morning, clouded by the still pouring rain. The candles had burned down into nothing at some point in the night]
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The room is filled with the faint light of morning, clouded by the still pouring rain. The candles had burned down into nothing at some point in the night]