His grumbling about the Cirque and its call was accepted without complaint; she could understand being a little unsettled by the way that it pulled at her. Even out of bed and moving, she'd had to keep herself from drifting back toward the windows just to look out at the half-lit circus. She assumed that it tugged at her consciousness, and at his of course, because they were already bound to it. Whatever contracts might be waiting for them, they had already been promised to the circus by their families.
"It's strange, isn't it? But hopefully it will end when we are settled there. I'm still hopeful for a rest day or two, as well." The idea of sleeping in was luxurious... and nearly foreign. Nali's family wasn't really the type to allow such things when there was training to be done. And there was always training to be done. "I never developed a habit of sleeping in... perhaps it's one I can cultivate now, though?"
The way he moved the blanket stole the flicker of the smile from her lips, and she averted her eyes. She hadn't meant to make him uncomfortable, and felt a little pang of guilt for it. While he spoke, Nali busied herself with uncovering the food she had ordered – fruits and yogurt, apple rolls, and thin egg-white omelettes with vegetables. "Sometimes the shift takes its own time in completing. I've had stripes for weeks before."