"You need to sleep," Corrie said, also distracted and trying to put off making the decision. She hadn't meant for him to take the joke about his arm seriously, or at least so seriously. But she should have known better - it was creepy, and besides, this was Lorcan. "Anyway, you're exhausted. You'd fall asleep anyway."
Another pause, longer and more thoughtful. Why had he given it to her to decide? Was he really doing it for her comfort after all - not because he couldn't stand to be around her, but because he thought she couldn't stand it? She didn't want walls, she didn't even want bead curtains, but was not wanting anything weird? Was it suspicious?
Was she thinking too much? "Just a light curtain," she said finally, watching him to see how he'd take it. "Beads would move and click all night, it'd drive me mad." And she couldn't see through beads, whereas a curtain, with the moonlight shining through just right...