"Cassian, sweetness, the wind beneath my wings, you must wake up. If you don't, I'm going to start getting creative~" Cass woke with a cold chill running down his spine. His eyes snapped open only to find a beaming Lucian above him. Cass blinked once, twice before he bolted up.
"I'm up. I'm awake." Cass mumbled, his voice a little hoarse since it was the morning. Lucian chuckled, reaching out to smooth Cass' hair.
"Mm. Tragic. I was just thinking about how creative I could be. Oh well. I guess I'll save that for later." He said with a grin before he got up. "He's awake!" He called out of the tent flaps and there was a scattered mix of responses. All quiet enough that Cass wasn't able to hear them, which he thought was odd. The tents were thin and so he should have been able to hear them.
Unless they were scouting already.
