Lana Beniko. Xyshari Runok.
It was autumn. Xyshari looked out over the city from the window in the hotel that she and Lana were staying in, wearing a simple nightgown as she held a cup of hot tea close to her chest. She would swirl it around occasionally, drawing in the occasional deep breath and sipping it contentedly from time to time.
"Why don't you come back to bed, love?"
Xyshari turned to look away from the window to her wife, who had barely sat up and was looking at the Cathar through squinting eyes. Xyshari offered a soft smile as she came to sit on the edge of the bed with her tea still in hand.
"You know me, Lana," Xyshari said. "I've been an early riser for as long as I can remember."