When her hair was dry, she moved to the bedroom as well, sprawling on the bed and closing her eyes. She ran a finger over the scar on her right shoulder, far fainter than it would have been if she hadn't had a healer look at it. She turned her head to look at him, running a finger over his hip. "Did you sleep well last night?" She liked that they already had their own sides to the bed, already had their own habits.