"Morning's kind of a relative term, isn't it?"

Sed is kneeling in the grass, picking a corner of his cloak out from where it'd gotten caught in some unsuspecting bush. Poor bush. He turns enough to squint at the person who'd greeted him, red eyes bright against yellow sclera.

"...Uh, I mean this in the nicest way possible, but you kind of look like shit." hm. "Rough day?"