After a handful of sleepless and terrifying nights, to wake up in the arms of a kind new friend is nothing short of blissful. The local rabbit hunt and bird-viewing that follows is, naturally, also very refreshing in a very different kind of way— Huaisang is not unfamiliar with, you know, blood, but his purpose here is just to catch the little animals and let Nighteyes have his rabbit breakfast in relative privacy. It's the best early morning Huaisang has had since washing up on Trench's shores, and since he's spent many of those mornings awash in the Red's luxury, well, it doesn't take a genius to determine what the missing it factor of his mornings must be.

So: it's nice. Everyone is very impressed with his bird-catching (and the bird is likely impressed he lets it go instead of throwing it to the wolf), and then they stop to wash up and give Huaisang ten minutes to correct his hair, and then: breakfast in a real inn, that serves more than two foods. It's still more cramped and rustic than Huaisang is accustomed to, but it has a menu, which is leagues above the dusty place they'd spent the night in. He is content! Even more content to order wine at, like, seven in the morning, and a few things off that menu that don't sound like breakfast at all (where are the steamed buns? unbelievable), and to watch Fitz explore the mysteries of the menu in turn with the fondness only earned after spending a night in bed with the man and the early morning catching songbirds to impress him with.

Very good morning. Very ordinary and free of terrors, for this city.

"Do you hunt bigger creatures with the ax?" he asks, as he has been wondering about that thing. It's certainly not a gentlemanly night-hunting sword... "Deer? ...Bears?"