It had been a few more hours and he finally awoke. Slipping from the bed like entering an imperial base, without a sound he dressed and walked downstairs to the Quicksand. Returning a few minutes later he sat a tray on the small table in the room. Rose tea, chilled water, and bread laying on it. He sat at the table and watched the miqo'te sleep.
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