Oz grumbled when she swatted him. It didn't hurt, at least not through a few layers of bedding, but it was far from what he'd expected when she came in. "That's plenty of room," he insisted, thinking at first that she was trying to get him to surrender more of the bed... until he realized she was standing in the wrong place. She wasn't joining him. He blinked at her and took note of a few other odd details: she was still fully dressed in her healer's uniform, she was holding a newspaper, and she did not look particularly pleased. Not that Sina tended to look pleased very often (at least not with him), but he knew her well enough to tell when she was looking sour but secretly feeling fond, and this did not seem like one of those moments.

This seemed as though it was going to involve a conversation. He yawned again and propped himself up on one elbow. "What?"

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