Matt doesn't imagine that's the person in charge around here, or else she wouldn't be slumming it in a standard-issue robe without a bed to her name. But it does raise interesting questions about where she's come from.
Is your world gone too? Matt's voraciously curious, but he can't bring himself to ask. He can't imagine either of them would like where that line of inquiry would end. If she said no, Matt would be jealous; if she said yes, they'd both be miserable. He settles for kneeling down, cradling the bedroll in his arms, and eyeing the ground nearby for the optimal placement.
On the one hand, this is pushover behavior. But on the other, let's put it this way: There might not be a monarchy where Matt's from, but he's no stranger to letting a beautiful woman give him orders. ]
I'm sorry I insulted you, [ he adds, conversational, as he tosses aside a pebble that threatens to create a less-than-orthopedic sleeping environment. ] That definitely wasn't my intention.
[ Matt smooths the bedroll down, his posture easy and movements fluid. He has a bit more trouble when it comes to pillows, because: there aren't any. Ever hopeful, Matt glances left and right, and then up to Cersei. He pulls a rueful moue. ]
This would be easier if my magic was working. But let's see ...
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Matt doesn't imagine that's the person in charge around here, or else she wouldn't be slumming it in a standard-issue robe without a bed to her name. But it does raise interesting questions about where she's come from.
Is your world gone too? Matt's voraciously curious, but he can't bring himself to ask. He can't imagine either of them would like where that line of inquiry would end. If she said no, Matt would be jealous; if she said yes, they'd both be miserable. He settles for kneeling down, cradling the bedroll in his arms, and eyeing the ground nearby for the optimal placement.
On the one hand, this is pushover behavior. But on the other, let's put it this way: There might not be a monarchy where Matt's from, but he's no stranger to letting a beautiful woman give him orders. ]
I'm sorry I insulted you, [ he adds, conversational, as he tosses aside a pebble that threatens to create a less-than-orthopedic sleeping environment. ] That definitely wasn't my intention.
[ Matt smooths the bedroll down, his posture easy and movements fluid. He has a bit more trouble when it comes to pillows, because: there aren't any. Ever hopeful, Matt glances left and right, and then up to Cersei. He pulls a rueful moue. ]
This would be easier if my magic was working. But let's see ...