I do not mind giving you things on yours- but I do not see much point in celebrating mine. I failed to die for another year. Hurrah.

[ He twitches away from the tugging, actually going so far as to untangle himself from where he's pressed against Alistair and move away. If they are going to be awake he may as well be doing something. Like relighting the coals, Maker, it's cold. ]