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[greetfear]

Normally, she spends nights over at Wylan and Jesper's, basking in the warmth of their personalities and enjoying the softness of the bed they've decided is hers. She likes the general quiet of the house at night, how she can't hear anyone knocking around a floor down from her. Because even though Kaz had insulated the walls and replaced most of the flooring in the Slat, it was still the Slat. Noise echoed in that place and it seemingly never slept, Dregs always coming and going all the way into the wee hours of the morning.

Her time spent in the Slat had gotten her accustomed to the noise. And then months and months at sea had gotten her used to the exact opposite. The ocean was normally placid, the lapping of water a gentle backdrop sound.

Lately, though, she's found herself going back to stay in Kaz's bed, despite the firm mattress and how some of the noises still echoes up to the third floor. Last night she'd been too exhausted to leave, even though she'd been thoroughly satisfied. Though maybe that had been part of it; she hadn't wanted to pull herself away from him. Not when it filled her with warmth to watch Kaz drift off in the half light of the moon, his unusually long lashes sweeping along his cheeks. So she'd stayed.

And at some point, fell asleep curled against his back, face pressed between his shoulder blades.

Morning finds her in pretty much the same position, except she'd wormed one arm to curve over his waist, as though attempting to keep him as close as possible in the middle of the night. It's maybe slightly too warm with them pressed so close, but she's too comfortable otherwise to want to move. Nor does she want to wake him up, knowing he'll be in a constant state of motion once he's up.