Foolish men

Gwyn couldn't help but smirk a bit at Mercury's concern about how Art would react to the condition his sword was in. "I'm confident that my brother would much rather have you than a sword," she promised him. Artorias did take their weapons very seriously, there was no doubt about that, but she knew he would be far more devastated by the death of one of his treasured friends than he would be one of the Carpathian weapons being dirty or damaged. Things could be fixed, but lost lives could not. He told her the weapon's name–Skybreaker–and she nodded with approval as she looked back toward the blade and folded the cloth to get to a clean side of it for another pass over the metal. "A good, strong name."

After a few passes of her cloth over the blade and around the hilt it was looking significantly better than it once had. There was no doubt that it would need a more through cleaning once Mercury was feeling up to the task, but she felt like he could carry it into the walls of Hearthstone without shame now. Satisfied, she put the rag aside and crossed her paws with a sigh. Now that the adrenaline had faded and she had more or less come to terms with everything that had just happened she was actually feeling more alive and satisfied than she had felt in a while. She shifted her marbled gaze back to Mercury again, a little smile tugging at her lips. She kept quiet so he could rest, allowing him to doze off if he wanted or needed to, but she was quickly beginning to realize just how much being alone again had been affecting her. Just being around Mercury since the night before–even if he was passed out for a good portion of it–helped her more than she had really noticed at first.

Eventually she had rested her own head on her paws and without realizing it had drifted off into a nap herself. All of her sleepless nights were starting to catch up to her and this moment of being forced to be still and quiet pulled her into her own much needed rest. When she blinked her eyes open again she hadn't thought that they had been asleep for that long, but suddenly realized that the sun was beginning to set and the previously bright blue sky was now warm hues of red, pink, and orange. She jumped a bit at the realization, pulling herself to her paws despite feeling a little groggy and having to rub the sleep from her eyes. "Mercury?" she said gently as she leaned down to lightly nose at his cheek, hoping to wake him without startling him too much. "It's getting late, we should get inside."

"Gwynevere Carpathius"