[Ren is up by sunrise. He spends the first hour awake reading, half dressed in armor and munching on a bit of jerky. Not exactly glamorous — but he was content with it.
He doesn’t emerge until he hears some of his men doing the same, careful not to trip over the girl who had somehow rolled her way inside of the front of his tent in an effort to seek warmth. He is unmoved. The hounds come to greet him, and he ignores their attempts to push him into the dirt. Instead, he checks the position of the sun to chart course for the day.
Moroes is again sent off with travel orders — they will be sailing for Essos within a day, if Ren had anything to say about it.
Eventually, as he is tying his scabbard back to his belt, he nudges Rey awake with his boot.]
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He doesn’t emerge until he hears some of his men doing the same, careful not to trip over the girl who had somehow rolled her way inside of the front of his tent in an effort to seek warmth. He is unmoved. The hounds come to greet him, and he ignores their attempts to push him into the dirt. Instead, he checks the position of the sun to chart course for the day.
Moroes is again sent off with travel orders — they will be sailing for Essos within a day, if Ren had anything to say about it.
Eventually, as he is tying his scabbard back to his belt, he nudges Rey awake with his boot.]
Time to go.