Garret turned around to look back from the pile of blankets to where the mumbling came from.
"You won?! Did you, wavebreaker?", the sniper giggled a bit, putting on his heavy boots and his west before he marched back to Mary’s nest, bowing down to her to search for her black locks under his thick, woollen blankets.
"Mornin’, Dornröschen?"
Strips of light filtered through the lifted shadow and Garret’s crouched figure appeared like a silhouette before her sight could could adjust. Confusion crinkled the corner of her eyes as she rose a brow. ’Come again?’
“Ahre we sore, man? You heard me, Ah won.”