I wake to Herger's voice caressing my ears, though in my dreams he had been caressing me elsewhere, and with a more solid object. But as I raise my head my eyes are met by Orla's as we look at each other across Herger's body.
"Very awkward this is!!", I say to no one in particular, but feeling it nonetheless.

We all get up, rather stiff and without looking one another in the eye and Herger makes for the door. I clear my throat and wish Orla a good morning, then go to my small room to wash up.

Oh, how embarrassing! I do not want to upset Orla OR Herger, but I hope that I wasn't talking in my sleep - that would cause a great deal of trouble in that department. WHY can't I get this man out of my head??
After changing, I go back down and find a bit of bread and decide to go for a walk, just to clear my head. It is a fine day, and most of the participants of the brawl are out and about getting food and doing more shopping. Seems like people are enjoying the stay here, though I have no idea how long we will be in York, but I shall enjoy it while I can.