Blinking at him from under a pile of bedding, she laughed and shook herself out of it all. "I believed it would be better that I dress the bed, rather than allowing a maid to see you too soon..."

Managing to get the bed sorted, surprisingly, she seated herself upon it with a huff. "There is a meal prepared," she murmured, gesturing to the service cart with dinner for two. It'd be like old times, when they hadn't wanted to set up the enormous dining room just for her, Rasler and her father. The King usually never turned up to meals anyway...