When Jamie awoke in the morning, it was to the dual pleasures of a soft coverlet holding in his warmth against the cool of the dawn, and the equally soft and warm closeness of Garvin curled against him.
For a moment, the troubles of the previous evening - and, in fact, their entire expedition thus far against the red mage, Urvan - seemed far away and unimportant. Only this small and special moment, in this soft and warm place, and with this one special person, mattered.
Garvin.