The night is awash in fire. Screams wake him, but it takes a moment to realize where they're coming from. A shake and a far-away voice gets his eyes to open, only to squeeze shut again due to acrid smoke.

"Sebastian! Sebastian, please!" Myra. She's panicked, eyes wide with fear. He sits up, vision distorted by the flicker of flames building. An entire wall is on fire. Screams from outside, the sound of a clash. How did nobody alert him? How has this slipped by, whatever it is? Lord Castellanos barely staggers to his feet before a beam from above crashes onto the bed he was lying on. He staggers back and falls with a groan. Both hands smack behind him to catch himself. He's groggy and delirious, almost like he's been...drugged.

Sluggish, he realizes he seems to have lost track of Myra. He calls out, voice choked by smoke.

"Myra? Myra, where..." A cough chokes him off. He stands and coughs into his arm. That's when he sees her. The beam fell from above, cracking into her spine. The angle of her back is impossible, unnatural. The blood from her mouth is thick. She's gone.

"No. No, no...no...Myra, please..." Where are the guards? Where is his help? Where's...a baby. A baby is crying. "Lily." With new resolution, he turns to move for the crib...only to find the wall it rests against up in flames. He staggers one step, then another. Smoke inhalation and drug-induced nausea send him down. He crawls, but not fast enough. The flames engulf the crib and the screams of his daughter fade as she, too, is lost to flames.

He's too dehydrated to cry. The door must be barred. There's banging on it, from the other side. He doesn't dare open. He drags himself to the balcony, where he finds fresh air at last. With sore and bitter lungs, he screams his pain for all to hear.

A world away and at the dawn of the second day since the fire all in the land of both House Rawson and House Krieg could see on the horizon due to billowing smoke from the water, riders arrive with the news. Ethan is up early for once, as he has plans to go on a long run to clear his head and stretch out his stiff leg. A healing battle injury from a skirmish not long ago left him with a minor cut. He's fine, just battered and stiff.

A knock on their shared bedroom door gets a jolt from the shorter man. He runs his fingers habitually through soft, short hair and calls out, unable to avoid waking up Mick in this situation.

"Come in."

"My Lord, there's news from House Castellanos. It's...it's horrible." The messenger is shaken. "There's a messenger here from the coast, sent by your husband's father. He wishes to speak to you."
"Thank you. Tell them I'll be there soon."

"Yes, my Lord." The other gives a faint bow of the head and leaves, closing the door after him. Ethan slides to sit on the bed beside Mick and leans down to give him a kiss to the forehead.

"Morning, my love. Business already. Care to join me?"

"Hmm?" Ethan's voice originally startled him, but now he's just struggling to stay awake. He's sore and tired, but eventually he manages to roll up and press a hand to his face. Man's exhausted, probably for more reasons that just lack of sleep. He does have a duty to attend to as Krieg's husband, of course, though it seems he's content not to perform as often as he expected to. "Right. Yes. A moment."

Probably something about that fire. Mick assumed it was near House Castellanos. Not at. War wasn't something that needed, not now. Though he wasn't sure if they're alliances stretched as far as House Castellanos, all he knew was the Lord there was a powerful man he didn't believe would fall easily.

Dressed in something loose and comfortable, not bothering for his usual attire of layers on layers with how much warmer it's getting he sighs, stretching and forcing himself awake. As much as he'd like, he can't waste the day anymore, and he decided that was the one downside to this marriage. Washed, dressed, ready to go, he takes Ethan's side, still half awake but dipping down to stay close. "I'm a bit concerned, what do you think is going on?"

He's praying it's a freak accident, the last thing he needs to hear is house Castellanos being under attack. It upsets the balance.

House Castellanos has tried a fair number of Krieg's men for various things, mostly fairly, sometimes not. But fairly or not, Ethan would have resentment. That's how these things go. An alliance is a bit of a stretch. A peace is more like it. Historically, Castellanos has shown no interest in the throne. This at least means Sebastian is out of Ethan's way.

"I have no idea. Those fires...the color of the smoke is concerning. It wasn't just grass. Buildings were alight." Ethan's steps are long despite his height, but it's just another endearing thing about him. The walk through the well-insulated but rather spartan (compared to Rawson's home) hallways is winding, but they arrive sooner rather than later. The messenger gives Mick a smile, clearly knowing who he is, but he's quit to pay respect to Ethan before he speaks.

"Lord Ethan, there's been a tragedy in the Isles. There was an attack in the night by unknown forces. The palace was set alight, in a very specific location." Oh, no. Ethan's distress is clear, but he waits to hear more, patiently, giving the messenger time to speak. "Lord Sebastian was drugged, and so was Lady Myra. The door was barred shut from the outside as well as in with beams too heavy for someone under such things to move easily. And then they set it on fire."

"Is everyone alright?"

"...No, ser...Lord Sebastian is alive and recovering. Lady Myra and their child..."

"His whole family, gone. Just like that."

"Yes, ser."

Ethan looks to Mick briefly, concern clear on his face. There's no need to mask it at a time like this.

That's exactly what he didn't want to hear.

He doesn't like this at all. Then again, his house has been at war with Azarov for so long it's become understandable. He hates the idea of another one starting up, even if it's not with his people, but with the tensions between the Houses he has to admit he's not surprised. He's concerned, mostly because the idea of losing your entire family has to be taking it's toll. Arson as well. He can't think of anyone who would use fire like that.

There's a brief touch to Ethan while Mick processes all this, not exactly sure what to think. Rawsons have no alliance with Castellanos, but he's never really had reason to resent them or wish this upon them.

"Where is Lord Castellanos now?" He'd hate to think he's still in his lands with that kind of tragedy. Mick's a bit more of a "bleeding heart" than Ethan is, another contrast that makes them work so well.

"He's helping rebuild. He won't hear of anything else. I think he is using it to mask that he's hurting. We worry of his judgment at this time."
"Understandably. Castellanos or not, his stubbornness will be the end of him if he keeps that up. I think it is a prime moment to go there myself and extend an offer of help, of some nature. Maybe tell him we're amping up our costal watch." He looks to Mick, seeing how the idea goes over. The other man has always had the more personal touch. There's a reason they work so well together.
It would be a two-day journey. Not bad. And should things be left fortified here, House Krieg is in no danger. Nobody would be foolhardy enough to try the same.

"Yes. If one's attacked it could mean trouble for everyone else. I should come with you. Show him he 'as support from both of us. I'm sure my father would agree it would be beneficial to both our people," ah, he's pulling the "this is politically empowering to us both" card. He looks to the messanger to see if the man agrees at all before he makes another suggestion. "Unless you need me to oversee things 'ere."

It's Ethan's choice, anyway. He has the power here, Mick's not even really his equal, not when his father is still in power and his sister next in line. Either way, something needs to be done, and he's glad Ethan's not letting Castellanos suffer alone. The tragedy has to be rough enough for him and his people. They're weakened, good chance to exploit them and maybe gain an ally in the process. But Mick has a feeling Ethan's reasons are a bit different for going, but it's still a hopeful win win.

"No. No, I'd love you to come with me. It's better to travel together, honestly." Ethan glances back to the messenger before giving his verdict. "We'll depart at once. You can ride ahead and tell Lord Richard of our plans. Thank you. Please, eat before you leave. Our home is open to you."
"Thank you, ser." The man bows nervously and steps back as moves to leave. Ethan seems eager to move, too.

"I hope this doesn't interfere with any of your plans, Mick. I feel it's important we make ourselves known, though. I'm not looking to get too close with him. But I want him to know I'm aware of the weakness more than anything else." Oh. He's power tripping. Well, it's a smart move, either way.

Ah, there it is, he expected as much from his husband. But he nods, seeing this as a good move. And he's glad he gets to go, he hates being alone and especially with how used he is to being at Ethan's side.
"I didn't 'ave any plans worth staying for anyway," he shrugs, already planning what all he'll need to bring with him. "Besides, I see this mission as important. I rather have friends than enimies, after all."
Good point.
"Take whatever you think you need. I'll handle heavy packing and supplies, horses should be fine. We can hunt as well," or Mick can, seeing as how he's been itching to get back out and do something with that bow he has lyung in their bedroom. "Should be realatively easy. I can meet you once we're done. I'm sure you'll want to inform everyone we're leavin', eh?"

"Yeah, I'll need a moment. If you could make sure extra clothes are packed, I'm going to go have a squire get my light armor ready. Then I'm going to see if Artemis is up for the trip, and I'll share word of our departure." He has very specific duties to attend to. He'd arguably do more domestic things, but even Mick doesn't have to. They have help for that.
"I'll see you soon, love." Ethan goes in for a kiss before he departs.
The armor is shiny and blackened, fiersome tinges of white streaking onto the surface. The sword seems ornamental, but he's to be feared when wielding it. Horses are being taken care of, and with that it's off to the mews.
Ethan has three birds, but he is not the only falconer of the other two. The beautiful female Goshawk, however, is his alone.
"Hey, girl." The greeting is amiable. He's got her on glove in no time, and the hood is slipped into his pocket for now as he steps outside. Time is spent doing lure flying before all is shown to be well. She's left waiting, hooded, and he goes to make the announcement. There's nobody to have reason to oppose it. Time to go.
Armored up, bird on his left arm and posture proud, he's ready.

Of course he has to bring the bird. Mick's terrified of that thing, mostly because talons and sharp beaks and Mick wants nothing to do with that. His own attire and armor is lighter, mostly so he can move easier and fire off his weapon faster. His own sword is more for close finishing blows, Mick's a distance killer, though for this trip he may just be hunting. He doesn't exactly expect anyone to try and fight them on the way, not with Ethan there.

Ready to go, he takes his place at Ethan's right, although he may be a few inches away. He hasn't really spoken up about his fear of the bird, just keeps his distance. His bow is a freshly commissioned work from his homeland, made for speed and carved into a beautiful piece. He loves it, and it shows with how it's one of his few possessions not quite worn down yet. He's good to go for now, although he's still a bit exhausted. But really, when isn't he?

"I've got wot all we need. Horses are waiting. Wos thinkin' we just go as far as we can and set up camp, wrap it up quickly. I hate being on the road for too long." Makes him paranoid.

The bird is on Ethan's left arm, and she stays there. She couldn't care less about Mick, which is a good thing. She couldn't give less of a shit about Ethan, which is the standard relationship a falconer has with their bird. It's a funny sport.

"Okay. I agree. There's no reason to ride through the night. This is pressing, yes, but not to that extent. We aren't putting out a fire." No, hardly. Ethan wants to remind Sebastian that he's at full power. He's not a humanitarian. Mick can do as he sees fit. Ethan is well-intentioned enough, but he does have a home to rule over and watch out for.

Upon mounting, Ethan situates himself and makes sure Artemis is happy enough before setting out. His elbow rests on his hip as he supports the bird. It will be a long ride. Chatter, though, will be nice.

Mick's fucking horse cares more about him than Ethan's bird does her falconer, apparently. He's a well trained sequestration, and it shows, hands and heels down, and if he didn't have supplies with him he'd be bareback. There might be a chance he'll break off if he gets bored and rides ahead, he has no reason to fear Ethan's safety. For now? He's just keeping his husband company.

He chats quite a bit. There's not much news that needs to be shared, mostly because Mick tells him everything that he sees fit, so he mostly does small talk, maybe a bit of gossip, mostly centered around the fact that there's a rumor his daughter is flirting with Akiyama's bastard. He finds it hilarious, honestly. Beyond that, he's just talking, creating noise until they decide to set up camp. They have food, so Mick's not really wanting to bother going out and hunt for the night. Especially not when he has his partner alone. Oh. Oooooooooh. He hopes Ethan's up for it. Seems like he's only into it when they're out of their home.

Ethan doesn't really mind who his daughter is flirting with. The bastard son doesn't hold a title beyond Ser, and she will be taking Ethan's throne, anyway. Kriegs aren't as concerned with marrying noble, so long as it's a good warrior. What happened with Mick is the exception to the rule.

"Ser Jaime was berating me earlier about needing to have more children. I thanked him for his generosity in the offer, but I told him there would be technical problems." His grin is small. He reaches to a gamepouch (which smells like death, so Mick probably avoids it) to pull out a mouse, which he slips onto glove. Artemis snatches it up from the leather a fraction of a second once Ethan's hand has moved. He doesn't seem nervous about that.

"But he does have a point."

"Seeing as how you chose a man to wed that might be an issue. Not that I'm against you procreating with a surrogate but..." Oh, does he have a problem? A little bit, apparently. But he's trying not to make his opposition so clear. "I unfortunately 'ave...no interest. At all, in children, that is. Besides, Victoria is healthy, strong, she'll outlive us both. Jenna will 'ave 'er own as well. I do't see a need for you to 'ave more."

Ah. He loves his step daughter and seems content with her. He can't have any children, not with his injuries and how he's never been able to get those corrected. He doesn't seem too bothered by it. "I don't think it's pressing. But...if you feel you know better, we can make accommodations when we return."

"I'll worry about it then, and not before." Ethan lets out a soft snort of good-humored laughter at Mick's reaction. "We'll deal with it later. Right now, let's just cover ground and talk about lighter things. If I can even think of one. How are you? We haven't spoken about anything serious for the last few days, since I've been so busy with the new trading partnerships." Casual conversation is their forte. It's how they've grown so well into each other.

Ethan is completely ignoring Artemis, and she's doing the same. That's true love, right there.

"I've been fine. Tired, oddly, my responsibilities 'ave died a bit since I've been 'ere but I'm exhausted. Might just be getting old," he's thirty five. Still, even then, he does stress a lot. He doesn't really have an outlet for it beyond archery and moping. But he says it with a smile, seeming content in complaining about his posh life. "I'll get over it. Thought I found a gray hair the other night and nearly panicked. Beyond that, fine. And you? You've been busy, I've missed our time together."

"If you're getting old, imagine how I feel." Ethan laughs quietly at the idea. "That hair might be stress, you know. We've had plenty of that. I think things are just going to speed up from here, too. That's a scary thought, and I'm not so sure how I feel about it."

Now it's time to answer the same. It's only fair.

"I've been leading raids to secure our borders from that band of thieves that's been making life complicated. So far, so good. I think we'll have the issue completely sorted come the end of spring, if not sooner. I sent for a company of the Kingsguard to come and join us later. Corrigan said it would be wise to send them, since they're a neutral force. It might make our presence seem less intimidating." At least he's being humane with his semi-taunting.

"Ser Jaime, Ser Edmund, and Ser Matthew are going to join us at the shoreline before we head to the islands."

"Ser Jaime is coming?" Oh, that sounds a little excited. Does Mick actually havea crush on the kingslayer? Maybe. Does Ethan know about it? Maybe. Does Ethan know about that night when Mick was performing deligations with the Lannisters? Perhaps. "That should be interesting."
Interesting is a word for it. But Mick keeps it professional, or as professional as he can, the idea of having his husband and Jaime alone in a foreign space...
"I think you're doing the right thing, Love. It's good. Shall we wait until we reach shore for camp?"

"I think we'll stay a bit farther off. I don't like to box us in like that, should someone decide the best option is to attack in the middle of the night." It's just not strategic to have the ocean to your back when there's a silent and as of yet unnamed threat in the land. Ethan is a soldier- he knows this much.

"Although I have a feeling you're not going to be letting me rest very much tonight." He's right, and he knows it. "Not that I'm complaining."

"I didn't say anything," he snorts, though he does send a wink Ethan's way. "No, I don't think either of us will get much sleep. i don't get you alone much anymore. I've missed when we were young. Sneaking around. Keeping our secrets. It's been too long, I think."

"Well, maybe that just means we need to find another secret to keep. We're not old, yet." Ethan grins and shifts his arm after Artemis gives a flap of her wings and a quiet peep. She's hungry. Ethan reaches into the game pouch on his hip and removes a mouse, resting it on his glove. She eats it and tears it up as she does so. How appetizing. But he loves that bird, and that's simply how things will be.

Mick hopes he's talking about Jaime.

'Promise me you wont bring the bird with us when we do get settled, yeah?" He's making a face at it, actually going to much as to lean past Ethan to do so. Asshole. He settles back, clearly done being a child for a moment before he settles. "I can see a clearing up ahead. We can rest there, let the horses graze and you can put your bird away."

He's trotting a little ahead, intending on making them stop. They've been going a while, Mick hasn't been paying attention to time but he can tell it's getting later. Eventually Mick will want to run around as well. Odd, he doesn't get this active when he's at home, only when he's been cooped up too long.

"Okay. I need to fly her for about twenty minutes, but I'll join you for the rest of the night after. From then on, I'm yours." That's a promise. He just has to be good to his hunting partner. It's a working relationship, and they both have to maintain it.

Once they reach the clearing, the men with them get to work. Ethan slips away to do lure exercises with Artemis, and when both are tired, it's time to put her in her box for the night. After washing his hands and arms off, he joins Mick for dinner.

"I think Ser Jaime and his company will be here tomorrow morning."

"Of course," seems good enough. When they reach the clearing, Mick's stretching his legs and finding a good spot to leave the horses. He spends some time with the animals before he decides to help with whatever's needed for camp. His and Ethan's tents are set, and he decides on cooking something for when Ethan arrives back.

When he's done, he has something made that'll hold them over for now. Ethan's entrance gets a smile, and he's already handing him food for the night.

"Will they now? Shame, I was hoping they'd arrive earlier," jesus Mick. "I'm glad they're coming. Castellanos could use the help, and we could use the back up. And Jay and I 'ave a few things we need to discuss. We don't see eachother often."

Ethan arrives and takes his dinner with a smile of thanks.

"Really? What's got you all hooked up with the Kingslayer these days? He's a dangerous political ally to have, being the Lord Commander and all. Normally, the trend is to kick him from his rank and appoint someone new when a new King comes around. The fact he was pardoned was surprising enough, but the fact he's still the Lord Commander is even more surprising."

Does he suspect Mick has something going on with Jaime? No. No, he doesn't. Why would he?

"Nothing of import," other than I slept with him. "He's just important to 'ave I think. We bonded while I spent time with his father and all those weirdos he hangs out with. Jay's a good friend to have, very smart, good for...distributing power. Keeping someone on their toes. Wotnot."

He takes a bite, glad he didn't have to cook much for tonight. Usually he'd make someone else do it, but he does't get to make something for Ethan too often. He loves it, really.

"So. Small talk. I've run out of things to discuss."

"He's a dangerous man who's done a great wrong. But if you trust him, then I guess I can, too. Until he puts a sword in my back." Ouch. But the Kingslayer is infamous, and for good reason.

The meal is fantastic. Ethan thanks Mick for it as he enjoys it. Small talk. Ethan's small talk can be interesting, indeed. He'll try, though.

"So..I'm concerned about all the weather changes recently. I think we're going to have a long fall and a short winter, which will hurt some of our crops. More than that, trade, if the ice flows don't work as they usually do." That isn't really small talk, Ethan. "Also, I think you're hot."

There you go.

"Well of course I'm hot," he snorts, obviously only paying attention to that. He's not listening to Ethan's concerns, more just...staring. At his lips. There's a pause before Mick decides small talk is boring and he's glad to finally have Ethan alone for once and goes for it, moving over and getting as close as he can.

The kiss is nice, Mick's not concerned with any leftover taste from dinner. The kiss starts slow, like he usually does it. A hand snakes up, and he's working on distracting his Lord. Oh that's nice, there's a little more before he slips in some tongue, savoring Ethan for just a little while. There's a break to breathe. "Sorry. Got bored."

"...Dinner's over, let's ditch the clothes." That's...up front. But Ethan knows what he wants. All it took was a kiss, too. "If you're bored i'm just as much so. We could...make the most of the night." The suggestion is open, and his voice is more or less a warm purr. A one track mind, this one. Mick knows that and plays him like a fiddle. Smart, too.

"What do you say? You going to take me up on that?"

Ethan lets out a quiet huff of laughter through closed lips before he shifts on the bed and remains where he is.

"That was fantastic. I don't know what I was expecting, but it wasn't that. I liked it." Honesty is the bet policy when it comes to these matters, after all. "You're not trying to get Ser Jaime to move to our court, are you?"

"Maaaaaaybe," he sits back down, leaning in close and deciding all he can do now is take his place besides Ethan where he belongs. "I like him, alright? I see a lot we could do with him. Power wise. The kingslayer is not only well known but feared, and it took a while for me to worm myself in as a friend. He's also good in battle, a fighter, kicked my ass in a spar and all that. I'm just looking after our arrangements, that's all."

Liaaaar.

"Enough talk about Jay, please. Him walking in on us was embarrassing enough. I want to focus on us for a while."

"Okay." Ethan lets it go, but he's not buying it. It isn't that he minds, but he's curious why Mick's developed an interest in the man. For now, though, he just reaches up to tilt Mick's face towards him and steal a little kiss. "Thank you for that." He knows Mick could choose to just make him go without, and that would be hard for him, if not impossible.

"I hope we can have more time soon, like we used to. If I can just find an excuse to stay at home for more than one day a week, that would help."

"All you'd have to do is settle down. Maybe we should do that heir thing," he's joking, but he has a point there. They'd be too busy to bother with anything else if a child was brought into the picture. But Mick has absolutely no interest. "Perhaps we'll have more time eventually, once everything calms down. I guess I was expecting more when the wars with my people calmed down. Wishful thinking, Right?"

He's completely content where he is, for the moment, anyway. He's excited to see what will happen when they arrive tomorrow, maybe he's a bit eager to get everything taken care of.

"What do you think will happen with Sebastian? I doubt he'll trust us to easily to help."

"Honestly?" Ethan pauses, and his answer is remarkably dark. "I think someone will overthrow him. It won't be me. I'm not that cruel, and I don't want his islands. They're important, yes, but not on my map. I think he'll be executed and his line will die, or he'll be paraded around until he eventually fades and dies. I think Castellanos is dead and gone, and that things are about to change forever." He now kisses along Mick's shoulderblades, more or less just worshiping him in the process.

"You always like to talk politics in the bedroom. It's hot. But not the only thing that is." He now explores the other's abs with one hand, his kisses back to Mick's jawline. His breath is warm and his attention is freely given.

"Things will change. I 'ave plans I need to make with you when we have Castellanos settled," what does he mean by that? That sounds...dark. And kinda sexy. "His fall might mark something that causes a rift between everyone. I just hope we can remain on top."

Ethan's kissing gets a content moan, he likes that, and a hand snakes up to scratch the top of Ethan's head like he's rewarding a favorite pet. He let's Ethan love him for a moment, thinking instead on what to do. "Perhaps when we get home we'll make arrangements. Go on a date like my father used to make you do to Jenna before he found out what we were. This time drop politics. It's not the only thing I can make sexy."

"Mm...a date? We haven't had one of those in longer than I can remember, save for our sneaking around when we were young." His words are soft and warm near Mick's ear. For now, he's just pleasing the other and making good use of their time together. "I'm amazed at you, constantly. I hope you know that." He now massages at Mick's shoulders, his pattern practiced and intense, designed to hit all of those sore spots well.

"From those words...you don't intend for me to be the one to take him down, do you? House Krieg won't be responsible."

"...Did i imply that?" he's distracted, the massage is making him melt and he's ridiculously comfortable. He groans when Ethan gets to a particularly tense muscle, working it out and making the Welshman forget what he's doing. "Oh no, no. We've had too much war going on. We could use the break, right?"

Good save. Then again, it wouldn't be Ethan who takes the opportunity. Mick still has military leadership with house Rawson and he could easily use his own warriors, of course. Perhaps he could talk Ethan into taking Sebastian home with them. A leader already crippled, who's nation is busy rebuilding and will be without leadership for quite a while? That's a gold mine.

"Oh, God your hands are wonderful," he's thoroughly distracted again, loving the work Ethan's doing and already coming up with ways he might probably reward him later.

Sebastian might be alone, but he still has men protecting him and willing to die for him. To take Castellanos would mean a fight. He's not looking for that at all right now. But could Mick convince him? They have several Kingsguard at their side for this trip, and they are the best knights in the land. Surely they could overtake Castellanos and the Isles.

Will Mick push that card? Is it possible? Ethan doesn't seem to think so.

"They're not the only thing about me that is, love." Ethan continues his massage and gently kisses at Mick's neck every now and then until his hands move away and he's back at the other's side instead of behind him. He straddles Mick's lap and rests there on his knees, once more going for kisses, whether to the lips or not. He'll stop when told to, but for now he's doing his usual.

"I can't blame you, for Ser Jaime. I'd have done the same."

"If it helps I didn't come for him. He did for me though. Which I guess doesn't make it any better," he will push for that. He just has to find the right way to manipulate Ethan into it. He hates using his husband for things like that, but he needs the power this will give him...Ethan...with give Ethan.

All in due time.

"Right, it's late, isn't it? We should sleep. I'm surprised you're not exhausted. I am," there's a returned kiss before he just wraps his arms around what he can and falls back, Not minding Ethan's weight at all here. Must be nice. There's a brush of his nose against Ethan's hair, inhaling the scent before he lets him go. "Thank you for bringing me. I would have hated to mkiss out."

"I'd never want to make the trip without you." Ethan replies with a small smile before he settles in next to Mick and settles down in the blankets. Eventually, he's situated for the evening. He seems happy to be resting, and he's forgotten his earlier embarrassment. All is well.

Jaime isn't exactly losing a lot of sleep- he's walked in on more than one orgy in his lifetime. It comes with being a noble, and being around a court. It's just the fact Mick stared at him like that. He's not sure what to make of it. So, it's just curiosity that has him up even though he had the first shit of rest tonight.

What does Rawson want from him?