Whisper opened her eyes slowly. She groaned and buried her head into the pillow. She heard a chuckle and immediately knew who it was.

"Morning." She said lazily. Fear pulled her closer to him.

"Good morning." He said as he kissed her cheek. Whisper blushed and hid her face under her hair.

"Don't be like that." Fear teased her. Whisper smiled.

"Whatever." She said. Fear feigned a sigh and pulled away from her and got out of bed.

"How's Scrap?" Fear asked as he opened the door to look outside. Whisper sat up.

"He's fine. He should be some where at the tower." She answered. Fear closed the door and looked at her.

"Some where?" He asked with a smirk. Whisper got out of the bed and walked over to him.

"Yes, some where." Whisper playfully pushed Fear away from the door. She grabbed the handle and opened it enough to look outside.

It was morning. Whisper turned around and walked to the table she was sitting at last night.

"Get your armor on." Whisper instructed Fear. He raised a confused eyebrow at her.

"Why? Are we going to duel?" He asked sarcastically.

"No. The Charred Council told me yesturday to get you and bring you to them. They have a mission for us." Whisper explained as she slipped on her boots.

"Fine. Whatever." Fear said as he looked around his cottage for his gear.