Sinric sleeps through dawn, a sign of just how tired he was. He wakes slowly, smiling to find himself cuddled between Ragnar and Athelstan. Two of the people he loves most in the world. He presses a kiss to Ragnar's cheek, and then to Athelstan's before slipping out between them as silently as he can.

He can still smell peat smoke and horses in his hair and on his skin so he slips into the bathroom. He leaves the door ajar a little, to let them know they're welcome to join him.