Anders opens his mouth to insist Ilska gets into her own bed, but knows that's an argument almost not worth having.

"All right, Ilska, but please try and get some sleep." 

Anders strengthens the wards along the doors.

"I will," Ilska assures him.

Blaise still doesn't seem to know what to do, or where to go.

"Why don't you find a quiet spot in here to settle down in, Blaise?"

-Yeah. He can do that. He finds a corner, and curls up in it.

"Do you need a blanket or anything, Blaise?"

He shrugs.

"Blaise, you are allowed to ask for things to make you comfortable."

"I- um. May-maybe? Please?" He flinches as he says it.

Anders is quick to grab him one, and hands it to Karl.

Karl wraps the blanket over Blaise, making sure he's completely covered. He then gets the fire going in a nearby brazier.

"Th-thank you," Blaise mumbles, curling tighter into the blanket. "You- don't- thank you, ser."

"You're welcome, Blaise."

Anders rests a hand on the small of Karl's back once he stands back up. To be able to do this, be so affectionate in public, it's like a drug. 

"Come on, you need rest too. A proper sleep."

Karl wraps an arm around Anders in turn, leaning on him.

"As long as you're not out of my sight, I'll do whatever you tell me to," he says, a little love-drunk.

"Go sleep already," Ilska says from the door.

Anders laughs and waves at Ilska, and then he and Karl disappear into the other room to sleep.

The next morning, early, Cia slips out of the room to start on breakfast.

Anders has been awake for some time, Justice thrumming angrily about not getting things done, but Anders doesn't want to move out of Karl's embrace. He's dreamed about it for years, and now he's finally got him back.

Cia reappears a little while later carrying two bowls. "Morning, sleepyheads," ey says quietly.

"Thanks, Cia," Anders says quietly, smiling at her.

He gently shakes Karl. "Hey, love, breakfast."

Karl stirs, rubbing his eyes sleepily. "I don't think I've slept that well in years," he mumbles. 

He catches sight of Cia. "Morning, and thank you," he says, propping himself up and accepting a bowl.

"Eat up. I'll get started in the clinic," Anders says, kissing Karl's temple, and then Cia's right after, heading into the main room.

Cia leans into the touch. "Uh, so, I don't know if Blaise needs to eat?" ey says a little cautiously to Karl. "But, uh, you might need to coax him into it."

"I haven't ever seen him eat, but there's no harm in trying." 

Karl gets up, groaning a little, and follows Anders' lead out into the main room to find Blaise.