#rivervale_lodge

A mumble-grumble.

He nods, and then rests leaning against Dagmar. It's late, and his eyes are drooping a bit...

The soup is delicious, somehow filling, just spicy enough, and soothing

She finishes her soup. "C'mon, kiddo, you're fading." The troll picks up her squire to cart him over to one of the couches.

He's not just fading, he is conked. Perhaps waiting just long enough for Dagmar to get back before succumbing to sleep.

Dagmar finds herself pinned by a sleeping squire. "Hunh."

And so Dagmar ends up snoozing herself, as a body pillow for a pooka squire

fortunately, she can make it to the couch