Always awake with the dawn, at least, Kirian was busying himself with sewing work in his room, the same as most mornings. Last night he had stayed up entirely too late working on theory, and had only managed a few short hours of sleep after slinking back home well past midnight, reeking of smoke and alcohol and perhaps looking a fair bit more disheveled than when he left that evening.

Though his people were known for being eternally youthful and beautiful, Kirian looked well removed from a typical Sin'dorei at the moment. The bags under his eyes, sometimes mere dark circles, were far more obvious today, his hair a bit of a mess and hastily pulled back from his face with elastic. His robes today were plain dark grey.

He was leaning on his cane when he stepped from his room, intent on making himself some tea, and cast a bleary glare to Artemis. He was too tired to make an actual effort of it, though, and he frowned mostly at himself for that.

His cat, Soot, followed closely behind him, and paused, turning and walking toward Artemis and rubbing her face lightly against his leg.

"She seems fond of you."

Kirian frowned again.