[For Ilsa, it had been the exhaustion of running around and worrying that made her doze off as hard as she did. She only wanted to close her eyes for a few minutes, to rest her own aching head for a moment before she went to prepare some soup or something for him... or bananas... she has plenty of those, but the call of the bed had called to her. It's not even that comfortable, but it had been too enticing to resist, and sooner than later, she'd completely fallen asleep.
And is still only slightly aware of what's going on. She hadn't noticed that Eustace had wrapped his arms around her, and she's yet to realize that that's his nose nuzzled into her hair, but...
...
Still too sleepy to wake up. So, instead, she turns around to face the other way—to face him—and curls up against him instead, not even questioning the new warmth that she's found (yet) but rather, inviting it.]
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And is still only slightly aware of what's going on. She hadn't noticed that Eustace had wrapped his arms around her, and she's yet to realize that that's his nose nuzzled into her hair, but...
...
Still too sleepy to wake up. So, instead, she turns around to face the other way—to face him—and curls up against him instead, not even questioning the new warmth that she's found (yet) but rather, inviting it.]