[ Byerly was awake to begin with. His sleep has been disturbed of late, pre-mission terrors keeping him from even being able to close his eyes, and so he's taken to wandering the camp and surrounding area. Wandering the camp with a bottle of maple mead in hand, from which he takes periodic slugs, the alcohol acting to soothe his nerves.
It's during one such sojourn that he spots the newcomer. This one, he can't help but be curious about. Charming face - very charming - nicely broad shoulders - pretty eyes - charmingly mysterious relationship with the charmingly mysterious Maine. A suitable diversion for a sleepless evening indeed. And, potentially, a source of intel, someone privy to the latest developments in the Cetagandan base.
And so he sits next to him at the fire. Ritualistically, in Barrayaran tradition, he takes a slug first from the bottle to prove that it's not poisoned, then wipes its neck with his sleeve, then offers it to Wash. ]
Nighttime!
It's during one such sojourn that he spots the newcomer. This one, he can't help but be curious about. Charming face - very charming - nicely broad shoulders - pretty eyes - charmingly mysterious relationship with the charmingly mysterious Maine. A suitable diversion for a sleepless evening indeed. And, potentially, a source of intel, someone privy to the latest developments in the Cetagandan base.
And so he sits next to him at the fire. Ritualistically, in Barrayaran tradition, he takes a slug first from the bottle to prove that it's not poisoned, then wipes its neck with his sleeve, then offers it to Wash. ]