#godfrey got his little telescope and is watching from a distance.

[deathblightprince]

Godwyn was... perplexed to say the least.

He understands giving hugs, maybe even holding hands and speaking kind words... but why stroke the top of his head?

He just froze and just sat there awkwardly. What in the world was going on?

"What art thou-" He was about to ask before she pulled him in for a hug. Well, there's the more understandable response. At least her words were nice.

He sighed again, carefully leaning in on the hug. A hand slowly moving wrap a hand around her back. Keyword: hand, because his hand was big enough to stretch across her upper back.

"Thank you, Perona." His voice was rough, somewhat dry sounding. He looked and sounded exhausted.

"Win-nie...?"

Smelling strongly of her prayer incense, she peeks into his quarters, Serosh loyally perched on her back. She has no idea what went down or why, but she has picked up on something being wrong - that someone needs her help. And while she's been rejected by many, still she has tried and tried, not for belonging or any sort of materialistic gain.

And oddly, it's the rejected and horrible that embrace her the most.

Pushing inside, she softly shuffles his way, Serosh mewling to alert Godwyn that she is there.

@eldenlordofdragons [Peronie!]

Her intuition was correct. Something was very wrong, but it didn't exactly tell her if she should be the one to bring comfort. For all we know, maybe Miquella could sense something horribly wrong and was giving signals to Perona to investigate.

He was laying in his bed in his large, ornate chambers. The curtains on the bed were drawn closed and the fire burned low within the grand fireplace. He didn't care how cold it was, it could never be as cold as the ice in his heart or his grave.

The mewl roused him from his state of being in-between sleep and wakefulness. He couldn't sleep, not much anyways. Nightmares had come back to haunt and nip his soul tenfold now. He was even beginning to have nightmares of that night, but instead of the black knife assassins, it was Fia, his father, his mother, or even some of his tarnished friends.

He initially believed it was his father entering the room, he was about to speak up through the curtains to tell him to leave him be, but then he heard Perona's voice and froze.

How the hell did she get in here?

He lifted himself off the bed and pulled back one of the curtains to look. Holy shit it is her, and she has Serosh? That means his dad isn't too far away.

"What it is thou need, Perona?" He assumed that if she didn't know, then she likely came in looking for something else within this small castle.