They returned to his bedroom; they had occasionally done this over the last few weeks and they had just decided that Basel’s bed was more comfortable than her makeshift one. She entered his room, sitting on the edge of the bed and looking up at him, her brows furrowed worriedly.
She looked down at him for a long moment, her gaze soft and melancholy before she laid down next to him. Normally, when they did this, they each took a side of the bed and gradually worked their way over to each other. Tonight, however, she laid down right next to him, like she had done when he had asked her to stay weeks ago. She rested her head on his chest and nestled up quietly next to him, not looking at him in fear that he would shoo her back to her side.
Her hand brushed his chest gently, her eyes not closing. "Baze... when did she say I'd be going back?"
The day she left, Anya woke next to him. They had spent the last week going to bed next to each other, and she sat up, looking around sleepily.
