She looked at the tiny room that looked like her room, like the one she had left behind. It was warm. Like a tiny, white cave. He had piled all the blankets to the middle of the room. She recognized what that meant immediately, and when he sank to the ground, she followed him.

The cloth and blankets WERE comfier. She ran her hands over and over them, mesmerized.

After a minute of lying there underneath the blankets, she just rested on top of him and sighed. The calming presence of his skin against hers made her feel almost like passing out again.