[He should be honored... She thinks. She doesn't mind his laughter if it is over something like that. And the sheets, well. The help is... helpful. And with the lights off and the room at least dim... she feels more comfortable thinking that he won't be able to easily see how red her face was.]
... Good night, Khalid.
[Just like in the wake of the Blight, initially... she offers him only her back. Even like that, though... it is hard for her to fall asleep. He is close, and he is warm, and she is not used to sleeping beside others. She feels like she can sense his heartbeat- or that he could feel hers, pounding in twin pulse. But eventually... eventually she does manage to relax enough for her breathing to even out, drifting into the light, uneasy sleep she was accustomed to, always ready for some sort of attack or disturbance.
True to her warning, though... it is only a few hours later that her breathing begins to grow slightly labored, enough to rouse her from sleep in the night. Carefully, she props her upper half on her elbows and then her hands, looking over at the sleeping man beside her. ... He looked peaceful (and somewhat handsome), nestled into the pillow. She didn't want to disturb him, but...]
I'm going to move...
[She murmurs it into the air between them as an apology before she begins the ponderous process of rolling over, trying not to tangle her long legs in the sheets and not kick him with a hoof.]
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... Good night, Khalid.
[Just like in the wake of the Blight, initially... she offers him only her back. Even like that, though... it is hard for her to fall asleep. He is close, and he is warm, and she is not used to sleeping beside others. She feels like she can sense his heartbeat- or that he could feel hers, pounding in twin pulse. But eventually... eventually she does manage to relax enough for her breathing to even out, drifting into the light, uneasy sleep she was accustomed to, always ready for some sort of attack or disturbance.
True to her warning, though... it is only a few hours later that her breathing begins to grow slightly labored, enough to rouse her from sleep in the night. Carefully, she props her upper half on her elbows and then her hands, looking over at the sleeping man beside her. ... He looked peaceful (and somewhat handsome), nestled into the pillow. She didn't want to disturb him, but...]
I'm going to move...
[She murmurs it into the air between them as an apology before she begins the ponderous process of rolling over, trying not to tangle her long legs in the sheets and not kick him with a hoof.]