Lady Sophia stirred, her lips smacking a little as she moved further into the direction of the warmth that engulfed her hands. It felt warm against the cold that spread on her neck, and she moved even closer.
The first thing she felt was skin. Skin that felt a little damp, yet warm underneath. Her eyes shot open, as she sought to understand what was happening.
Her hands were carefully wedged in Prince Xander's. He was fast asleep, his robe only carelessly wrapped around him, his hair curly, and had a few damp edges.
For some time, she just sat there watching him. There was no way she had reached out to him, and it just felt a little strange. His position seemed rather uncomfortable too, and she blinked, then looked down at their hands again.
She was holding him more than he was holding
