The first thing Edea notices some hours later in the early, dark morning when she wakes is that she's sore. What had seemed like nothing before really sort of hurts now, and she's hot and messy with Ringabel's and her own stickiness besides. The satisfaction of her orgasms from the night previous are gone, and she just feels… pain. She'd never known sex could be just as intense a workout as any other, and all she wants right now is a nice, long, hot bath.

The only thing stopping her is Ringabel.

The light in the room is still dim, but she can hear him snoring softly, his mouth very close, his cheek tucked against hers. Edea still is snuggled tightly into his arms (almost a little too tightly, their skin glued together), but she wiggles away from him enough to see his face. His sleeping, very peaceful face, his pale eyelashes still resting against his cheeks, complete with a line of drool from his open mouth that had dripped onto her shoulder. Ew.

And yet, Edea reminds herself, she'd faced more than just his drool last night. She can live with this.

A part of her can't believe that he's still asleep, and yet the other part is immensely happy for him. As of late, his night terrors are more frequent, and though it's a subject they pointedly don't talk about, some days he's so exhausted from lack of sleep that it's downright worrying that he'll get himself killed. He looks so peaceful and innocent like this. If their activities the night before had settled his dreams, Edea thinks maybe she won't mind if they do this more frequently, after all of this is over. A rested companion is a good one, even if the world is at peace.

Before she stops herself, Edea kisses him gently on the lips. Of course, he makes no movement, completely out as he is. She would be content to lie there a little longer, enjoying the feeling of his arms, the safety and comfort of his body next to hers, but she really needs to clean up and really needs to go to the bathroom.

No need to torture herself any longer. Ringabel wakes at the sound of her grumble (she supposes accidentally kneeing him in the side as she squirmed had helped too), and he looks dazed for a moment, utterly confused.

"Edea?" He asks, and then his eyes widen as the memories from the night before hits him. She's never see him blush so fast. "Good… good morning." He averts looking at her nude form, his hand flexing at her hip.

"… Morning," she gives him, but now that he's awake and his grip is loosening, she sits up and tries not to blush. In the dim morning light, their nudity is quite obvious. She tries not to stare at his body as well, as he pushes the sheets back and sits up, but he is toned and muscular and really very nice to look at, though he's as messy as she is right now. She can see scratches down his arms and shoulders from her nails and vaguely remembers leaving those marks. That, if nothing else, causes her to flush.

Just as his lips and teeth have left marks in her own skin. She makes a mental note not to wear clothing that'll be too revealing for the next while. Things are already plenty awkward when she does.

"Are you alright?" he says sleepily, running a hand through his hair, as though that would help to calm it. It's messier than she's ever seen, and it makes her giggle. He smiles at her, even as he politely drags up the sheets to help cover her nude form, and she's aware her own hair must look a mess.

"I'm fine, Ringabel." A touched annoyed at how over-protective he is. But then she reminds herself that the man had told her that he loved her last night, and her annoyance abates, at least a little. "I'm fine." She repeats, voice more gentle. "Are you okay?" There's concern in her tone.

Ringabel has wrapped his arms around her waist and is nuzzling her shoulder, his skin warm and comfortable. "I am better than I've been in a long time. What man wouldn't be, waking beside a perfect vision such as yourself?"

Edea snorts, unladylike. "Whatever! I'm as dirty and messy as you are. We really need to clean up, Ringabel. Today's a big day."

His eyes cloud over for a moment, reminded of the task ahead of them, before they clear. "Of course, Edea. As you say. But first…"

She can't help but laugh loudly as Ringabel suddenly rolls over on top of her, his forearms on either side of her head as he just nuzzles, kisses her loudly over and over across her lips, nose, eyes. He's making the loudest, cheesiest, most embarrassing kissy noises she's ever heard, but she can't be mad at him, not when he looks so happy and cheerful despite his rather rude awakening. Not when his body is warm and solid against hers, his hair tickling the sides of her face as his lips press once more against her forehead.

Not when he finally slows the kisses down and instead lets his mouth linger gently against hers as he lowers himself to lie against her a little more firmly, his warmth spreading across her smaller form. Her arms wrap easily around his hips and keep him in place as they kiss, murmuring their good mornings again into each other's mouth, legs entangling.

Edea really, really should get up to get the day started but he, as always, makes things more difficult.

Ringabel breaks the kiss first, brushing his hair back from his face so he can look at her more clearly. "Edea… I would like to wake beside you, to your messy mane of hair, your delightfully fragrant morning breath, your drool, your gentle elbow digging into my side… for the rest of my life." He pauses as if mentally adding something to the sentence. "Oh, and I love you." He grins down at her.

What sort of proposal is that? Ringabel is being as strange as usual, and she frowns up at him. "I love you too, you weirdo," she finally brings herself to say, and his eyes light up. "But get off of me, I really have to clean up before Tiz and Agnès wake."

… Tiz and Agnès are not in the room, she notices. That could mean one of several things.

"Shall I keep the bed warm for you?" Ringbel lies back dramatically on the bed with a loud sigh, hand sweeping his hair back as he grins over at her, in the happiest mood she's seen in a while. He's not allowed to do that, Edea thinks, and she finds herself thinking that the sky is still a little dark outside, maybe she can stay for just a little longer…

"Shut up," Edea finds herself telling him instead. Be strong, Edea! Think about how nice a bath will feel! "Go back to sleep," she adds a little more nicely, though she steals the bedcovers from him, wrapping them around herself tightly as she finally escapes.

She'll worry about consequences later.