Her thin fingers intertwined with his, the skin on her hands incredibly soft as her thumb brushed his palm.
She was deeply asleep next to him, her white hair spilled out onto the pillow. She was muttering in her sleep again, but it was silent, her mouth moving rapidly.
She shifted in her sleep, her muttering become louder. "despite the promises of EXTRA porridge," she said indignantly, "there are no free toasters? What the *squee!*!?"
She mumbled dryly some mention of rebellion before turning and burying her face in his side. "*squee!*ing toasters."