[ The more comfortable she becomes, the more pronounced her gentle snoring sounds. It's still light, more like heavy breathing than real snoring, but it's there. So is a softness that does not make its way through while she is conscious, keenly aware of him, and protective of herself.
It's some minutes before her brain processes the lack of the sound that had lulled her and the way he has stilled. She draws in a sharp, short breath, but even then doesn't move at first. Instead, she wakes slowly, blinking blearily, turning her eyes on him as they're still coming into focus.
A yawn holds her back for a moment, scrunches her nose, and she has to shake her head to quell it before she can ask — ] Did you stop?
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It's some minutes before her brain processes the lack of the sound that had lulled her and the way he has stilled. She draws in a sharp, short breath, but even then doesn't move at first. Instead, she wakes slowly, blinking blearily, turning her eyes on him as they're still coming into focus.
A yawn holds her back for a moment, scrunches her nose, and she has to shake her head to quell it before she can ask — ] Did you stop?