[Scathach simply approaches when Dimitri raises his voice. There is little to suggest exhaustion from her posture alone, but her battle-worn red irises tell a different story.

This was far from the first time her peace and quiet had been disturbed unceremoniously. Her hunts didn't always gave her such privileges.]

The long years have given me many different notions of what counts as restful sleep. I can't say what I heard from your room counts as such. It's enough to wake anyone able to hear it.