[A/N: Bonus chapter is thanks to Kollum. Thank you so much. You're the best!]
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Morning light crept through the tall window and spread across the bed.
It touched the tangled sheets first. Then a spill of silver hair.
Then another.
Seraya lay on Simon's right arm, curled against his side. Her head rested in the hollow of his shoulder, and one hand lay flat on his chest, fingers loosely spread over his heart. Her breathing was slow and even. Even in sleep, she looked composed, as though she had decided exactly how she wanted to lie and refused to move from it.
Neris was another matter entirely.
She had claimed his left arm sometime during the night and sprawled across it as if it belonged to her. Her face was buried against his neck, one leg thrown over his, and the sheet had slipped down to her waist. The blue butterfly ornament had come loose from her hair and lay crooked on the pillow beside her.
Every so often, she mumbled something unintelligible and pressed closer.
