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"Sir, it is time to get up."
I groan and slowly open my eyes. Psyra is standing over me with a candle. I wonder why he's holding a candle instead of lighting the ones around the room, but then I remember whom I am sharing my bed with. I turn my head to look in Tobais' direction. The soft glow of the candle light adds a nice effect to his peaceful face.
"Sir," Psyra says.
I sigh and sit up.
Psyra walks over to the closet, lighting the candle by it with the one he was holding, before putting out the latter.
I stand up as he picks out my clothes for the day. I glance at Tobais again before walking over to where Psyra was now standing by the table. On the table are green and silver clothes and a few rolls of bandage.
I stare at the wall as Psyra applies the bandages and dresses me.
"Would you like me to write a note?" Psyra asks when he's done.
I blink at him. "You can do that?" I ask. He really does know a lot.
He doesn't answer but instead pulls out a piece of paper and a writing utensil. "What would you like it to say?" he asks, sitting in one of the chairs.
I think about it for a few seconds. "I'm going to be out all day, but I will return for a mid-day meal. Please take a bath if you want... Um... Can you sign it with my second name?"
Psyra pauses his writing to give me a questioning look before continuing.
"I'll have the chefs bring the human some food and light the candles in an hour," he says when he's finished writing.
"Tobais likes the red and blue ones," I say.
Psyra nods and stands before heading for the door. I follow after one last glance at Tobais.