“Why are you awake so early?” she asked, offering him the hairbrush. “You can’t be worried.” She picked up the vambrace he’d set down, turning it over in her hands, putting her wrist through it. “Yours is much bigger than mine,” she mused.
He chuckled, taking the armour from her again. “Obviously, I’m twice the size of you,” he tells her with a smirk, “no, I am worried – but I had a nightmare so I’ve been up most of the night and morning,” he admits.
She took the vambrace back and put the hairbrush in his hand before putting the piece of armour down. “Brush. You can talk and brush at the same time. What nightmare? Not about today, surely.”