"Yes," Laurent snapped. He gave up on the coverlet, taking one of the pillows, and going to the far corner of the tent to curl up. There was a rug, at least. He'd slept in rougher conditions, after having spent a year as a foot soldier serving a term of guard duty at a fortress. He'd been kept well away from potential battles, but it had still been the life of a soldier, with no comforts added.

Back turned to Damen, Laurent closed his eyes, hoping that his husband would have the simple sense to let him sleep.