Kysis tensed at the voice before he let out a shaky breath, turning his head to look at her. He had not noticed she was awake, not paying close enough attention. Now he was, though, brain startled to waking by the surprise, "Kalimera." He did not even realize he spoke in Greek, noticing more that he really wanted to sit up and stretch. That much movement would not come just yet, Kysis staying on his back and thinking on it for a while.
They both had work this day, if he remembered her schedule correctly, though hers was earlier than his. That meant he would probably have to be moving in the next few minutes, making something for breakfast if Alex had not already gotten to that. It was more like a barracks, the Liari staff here in Kreos. With an exception of Alia, they were all trained in combat, guards first though serving other purposes. Part of what Rico was supposed to do was be a personal guard for Kysis, throw himself before an unblocked attack, the sort, though they had both already discussed how such a duty was hardly needed. If Kysis could not stop an assault on himself, both highly doubted Rico could do much better.
He sat up, sheets falling to waist level. The sudden chill was good to get his mind back on track, to getting moving for the day. Goosebumps lifted immediately on his skin, a slight pallor showing beneath his tan. That always happened during the winter though, that fading of the olive tan. He was outside a lot less here in Oberon, too, the confines of the city having felt a bit stifling at first before he grew accustomed to it. The trip to Kreos should cure that, though.
"Πώς είστε?" Kysis asked the question without thinking much on it, before he took a moment to repeat it in his mind, that echo telling him it was all wrong. Shaking his head with a short laugh, Kysis forced his brain in to English. He really wasn\'t that awake yet, "How are you? Feeling better?"
Please say yes. Please say yes.
A nice calm morning would be delightful. There was still a certain amount of pressure he felt, about the revelation he gave the last night but at the same time he felt better. She knew, and would no doubt be watching for signs of it, catching those slight modifications Kysis had made to his movements. They were subtle, but there none the less. Having to deal with someone as observant as Tiberius, Kysis had learned well how to hide it. That was not something he wanted anyone in Kreos knowing about. Ever.
His description of Kreos the night before felt like downplaying the danger, but then again, Kysis had been working as a guard over shipments then, which had its risks. The shipments were attacked because of the value of it all. Just visiting and keeping himself in a non-official capacity, minus the ceremony and perhaps a little overseeing which was unavoidable, would lessen the issues a great degree. Because of the path the shipments to Oberon took, there were also some friends along the way, welcoming faces who would do all they could to keep the duo safe while passing through their lands. It was reassuring.
Kysis knew he should probably get out of bed before his body decided to go back to sleep again, but he would wait for Lam to, as she was blocking his way to the floor (unless he were to hop over the foot-board, which he was not exactly willing to do in the nude, no matter how much humor Lam might get from such a stunt).
