They eat in silence, well as much silence as one can have when eating with Issac Hawke. He woofs down his food as usual never losing a jovial smile. Anders on the other hand, only picks at is food, moving the lamb clockwise around the plate. He is lost in his own head trying to come to grips on what seems likely to transpire. The absolutely unorthodox relationship of the two siblings basically sharing him...and what his role in this whole business was to be. Bethany does not even try to eat anything, hands set firmly in her lap. She taps her feet against the floor in a fit of nerves.
When the sun set the evening chill began to creep throughout the manor. Orana lights the fire places with concern on her face. In the hallway she taps Issac on the shoulder.
"Master..."
"I told you not to call me that, you work for me, and I pay you fairly." Issac smiles at her, he has told her this so many times he's lost count.
"I'm sorry mast...I mean serrah Hawke...I...didn't know it was going to get so cold so fast...I neglected to buy more firewood at the market and right now the last of it is burning...I'm so sorry, I'll get some right away." She moves to walk past but Issac steps in her way.
"Oh no, it is much too late for that! You take what you need for the servants quarters to keep you warm. I can make due, I have a lot of nice warm blankets." He grins thinking to himself that all those nice woolen blankets will somehow have gone missing on this cold night.
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Anders tries to drag it out, arguing that he is too involved in a particularly interesting scroll, but Issac wins out as usual and Anders and Bethany slowly follow him to the bedchamber.
"Issac...I." Anders starts, but doesn't finish before Issac interrupts.
"It'll be fine love. I just want you two to be comfortable, nothing has to happen right away." Bethany has not stopped blushing since dinner, still quiet and nervous. She shivers and Issac takes notice.
When they lay down Anders is between them. His hands flat to his side as Issac spreads the thin blanket over them. He explains that the thicker ones must be in the wash eliciting a groan from is lover. The warrior slips out of his breeches, he and Anders usually wear only smalls to bed but tonight Anders keeps on robes as does Bethany. Issac smiles to himself once again while blowing out the bedside lantern . Things seem to be falling into place, even if Anders and Bethany didn't know it.