Coco's eyelids fluttered open, her vision hazy with drowsiness.
The warmth of Heiren's embrace, the gentle rocking of the wagon— everything felt slow, syrupy-thick with sleep.
She blinked slowly, trying to clear the fog from her mind.
Where is she? The last thing she remembered before falling asleep was leaning her head on Heiren's shoulder and feeling Quizen's fingers carding through her hair.
After that, it was just pure darkness.
Coco groaned and a familiar voice became a low rumble above her ear.
"Still sleepy?" Heiren hummed out.
Coco made a small noise, neither confirmation nor denial, before burrowing herself deeper against him.
Indeed, she still felt sleepy, but she didn't have the energy to say it out loud.
Coco's consciousness wavered once again, her body falling limp as sleep pulled her under once more, and just before she fully drifted off, she felt strong hands lift her carefully from Heiren's lap.
