Bretthera sighs a little, after closing a leather-bound journal and setting a quill down beside it. Sleep sounded as though it were a welcome friend, sure enough. She glances over to the bed, before smiling at the sight of her husband, Tordann, sleeping on the bed already.
She stands up, after a few moments, and meanders over to the bed, where she climbs in and lays down beside him with a small smile on her face. A small yawn left her, and bright blue eyes closed to the world for the night...
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