Van lazily scratched at his head below the blond locks that spilled from his crown and others that stuck up, “I was working.”

Tevruden didn’t seem to give an inch, nor a single care as he sat in bed, clad in full armor, “Your husband sent me.”

“I dun wanna.” He muttered into his pillow, turning over to ignore the titan that weighed down the mattress, “You’re taking up the covers.”

“It’s noon. Get out of bed.”

“Mmmnn!” Van swatted his hand, flailing it about aimlessly, “Five more.”

“You said that an hour ago. Get out of bed.”