Verona found herself staring at a crack in the ceiling that resembled a crooked twig, as though it were attempting to spell something that only she could decipher. At first, she lay very still with her hands over the blanket, trying to project the forced calm that people pretend to have when they're abosolutely not calm at all.
Beside her, Elric lay on his back, one arm relaxed above his head. His eyes were closed. She peeked once, then again, longer the second time. He didn't move an inch.
How can someone fall asleep that fast?
He'd only just settled beside her. Not even a sign of discomfort.
She shifted onto her side, leaning up slowly on one elbow. That small movement made the mattress dip, yet Elric didn't budge. Not a twitch. Not even the faintest change in breathing. He was either asleep or performing the most committed impersonation of a statue imaginable.
