With Karal home and Aravis worried about him (not that she'd be particularly willing to admit that -- he didn't need the extra worry of her worrying about him), she'd done her best to find ways to occupy her time.

Granted, that had meant not sleeping much, walking around a great deal, working with her scimitar, and tending to Trenor and Ata to an almost ridiculous degree.

The end result was that when Wednesday evening rolled around, Aravis's door was open, and to the casual passer-by, it may have looked as though she was reading. In reality, she'd fallen asleep with a book on her face, and Ata curled up on her feet.

She'd deny it if she was discovered and woken up, though.

[open, if you want to bother the totally sleeping girl. except not because now it's nws in the comments.]