Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24123288-20150321160853/@comment-5543592-20150325024417

Dacian raised a brow at her and then the bed and then her.

"Okay." He said simply and shrugged. He trusted Kay not to smother him in his sleep. Or, as she said, break his amulet and stab him. He slid onto the bed, keeping as much space between her and himself as possible. He crossed his arms over his chest and remained still, like a statue. Or a mummy.