[Though she doesn't feel the drag of his heel, she feels the way he shifts, and yeah he's absolutely incapable of lying still. Is it a normal thing, she wonders, or is it the restlessness of having to sleep inside the Ark again? She'd tell him she misses the stars too, can't wait for spring and summer; she'll pitch up a tent and sleep where she can't hear whirring and buzzing of machines and oxygen generators that failed once upon a time.
She has to pull back just to be able to let him see when she rolls her eyes, quite dramatically.] Like you're the sleeping beauty personified.
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She has to pull back just to be able to let him see when she rolls her eyes, quite dramatically.] Like you're the sleeping beauty personified.