Essek wakes again when Percy does. Even after several days of it, he's still becoming accustomed to sleep, especially all of the time he loses, and the drowsiness that comes after. But coming to beside his husband is nice, and watching him as he gets up and dresses is nice too. He lays on his stomach, head pillowed on his folded arms, and smiles when Percival puts his glasses on and turns to him. There's a boyish charm about him sometimes, and Essek is far from immune to it.

"It's good to see you too," he says. With Percival dressed and preparing to go already, Essek makes himself sit up, and the blanket slides off him as he does. He's as disheveled as he's ever been, pale hair a mess, entirely without jewelry apart from his own wedding ring. His dark skin almost seems to glow with the constant flush of heat. That he's spent much of his time over the last several days having sex is apparent even visually.

The hours he's spent resting have brought a return of that need, but he's determined to return to the castle rather than jump his husband now. He'd really like a proper bath.

"Is there anything else you must prepare here before we go?" He begins to collect his own clothing, applying prestidigitation where necessary to at least make himself presentable.