Vitaliara remained where she was.
Lucavion had closed his eyes, and from the gradual easing of his breathing, he was at least making a sincere attempt to follow her instruction. His head had sunk slightly farther into the pillow, one arm resting above the blanket while the other remained loosely beside him, fingers curled without tension. A few strands of black hair had fallen over his forehead, enough to soften an expression that usually carried some trace of amusement even when he believed himself alone.
She watched him for a while.
Sleeping quickly had never been difficult for Lucavion when circumstances demanded it.
