Chapitre 113: Chapter 113

-Bleakbay, Morgras-

-The Clay Tunnel Bed and Bathhouse-

"Andras," Reqiel's raspy voice interrupted his self-reflecting, making him glance at the Angel. "It's your turn to sleep, I'll take over." He grumbled, sitting up.

Andras had a split moment of panic when that happened only to relax visibly when he saw that the Angel was wearing his jade green pants, his top half covered in matching green with the ropes undone. This meant that the neckline of the inner shirt fell down his shoulder from the extra width.

"You don't have to, go back to sleep." He said shortly, turning to face the window again.

Reqiel wasn't listening to him, he got up and stretched, yawning behind a hand. "I do, we're supposed to take turns, it's a principle of being an adventurer." He said proudly, chest puffed.