Peter rolled his eyes. “Just go to sleep!”
Bayani grinned, rolled over to douse the lantern, and then slid closer to his boyfriend in the bed. “Anything you say,” he said, and then yawned and laid his head down.
That was one of Bayani’s talents, so to speak; he could be out like a light. He didn’t fidget in bed, trying to get into just the right spot to be comfortable. He wasn’t kept up late by a busy mind that wanted to ponder every little thing, as distracted as a deep-sea fish that swam too high and was suddenly able to see everything . Peter envied him for his ability to fall asleep at a moment’s notice.
At least, he thought to himself with a sigh, he is getting some good rest, and I know that he is safe.
Peter spent the rest of the time between that moment and the one in which he finally drift off staring out the window, letting his mind wander as the moonlight filled his vision, and trying to forget that this was not Earth’s moon.
* ** *** ** *
Morning came sooner than anyone wanted it to. It was hard getting up without James to urge them on, but Himeko took it upon herself to be the most responsible person in the group, and poked at Cerys until she awoke. Then she knocked at Peter and Bayani’s door until one of them came to answer it. Peter did not look happy when Bayani told him who had been knocking so incessantly and disturbing his dreams. Neither did he seem very happy to have to change his clothes into the garb of a medieval archer. Still, he did it, and in time ended up downstairs for breakfast.
Bayani had insisted that they bring their things with them, because it was about time to check out and leave the inn. There was no sense in needing to go back upstairs for their things. It seemed a good enough idea at the time, even if it meant having their packs with then in the booth they sat in.
After some discussion, they were able to agree upon food that was both low-priced and filling. It wasn’t their favorite thing to eat, of course, but they were able to get it down without too much trouble. The tavern was already bustling with other diners and travelers who had stayed the night. Breakfast seemed to be a busy time for the village, and nobody seemed afraid to order ale with their eggs, sausage and ham. That is, except for the teenagers from Earth. Bayani joked about ordering it anyway, just to fit in, but nobody else seemed to share his sense of humor.
Once breakfast was out of the way, the group headed to the village’s merchant and purchased some goods that would keep well they were traveling. They managed to get good prices on biscuits and cheese, but the meat vendor was not quite so generous when it came to reducing his prices. It seemed good enough to them they had at least asked for a lower price, so they got what they thought would fill their bellies as they walked along the road, did one final check of their inventory, and headed towards the north gate and the main road.