[For as energetic as she tends to be during the day, she can crash at a moment's notice -- like a puppy or a toddler that wears themselves out with constant activity. It's still early enough in the afternoon that she's not afflicted by the same bone-deep weariness she's felt since the final battle with Nyx, that only comes on at night, but it's warm and comfortable here like this; with some of her stress easing, she can finally relax.
Curling just closer against his side, she tucks her head into his shoulder and closes her eyes with a soft exhale. The sound of his breathing evening out and the gentle rise and fall of his chest is enough to lull her into her own sleep. She at least has enough decorum to keep her hands to herself, wedged into her own chest instead of draped across his, but it's not a light doze like napping in class; these days, when she takes a nap, she is out. Good luck rousing her from this one, Scott.]
listen it's called ~consistency~ 👌 (i didn't even notice)
Curling just closer against his side, she tucks her head into his shoulder and closes her eyes with a soft exhale. The sound of his breathing evening out and the gentle rise and fall of his chest is enough to lull her into her own sleep. She at least has enough decorum to keep her hands to herself, wedged into her own chest instead of draped across his, but it's not a light doze like napping in class; these days, when she takes a nap, she is out. Good luck rousing her from this one, Scott.]