I woke sometime after sunrise with Chenghai's arm still around my waist and Zhenlan's hand covering mine.
Yuche had shifted during the night, but my bandaged leg remained supported across the pillow he had placed beneath it. He slept on my other side with one hand near my ankle, close enough to check the injury without disturbing me.
Lingyun had moved considerably more.
He had managed to migrate to the foot of the bed, taking two pillows and most of the remaining blanket with him.
One arm rested across my uninjured leg, while his other hand remained loosely wrapped around the baby vine. The vine had curled both heads against his chest, apparently deciding his body made an acceptable place to sleep as long as he remained unconscious.
