It was a long while before Orihime had regained enough strength to stir. Her fingers twitched toward her palm, and her lashes shivered. Slowly she cracked her eyes open as sunlight leaked through the window and onto her face. It was warm...

And this scent...

Her half-opened eyes stared silently at the ceiling as she slowly became aware of the sound of breathing. This room...this wasn't her room, but she recognized it. It was...

...

She sat up on her elbows with a start, her face burning. Then her gaze fell on Peter's sleeping face, and her startled expression relaxed. He was okay. Thank goodness...!

But that didn't seem like a comfortable sleeping position! She chuckled quietly against her knuckle, then sat up a little more. He must have been exhausted in every possible way. Where did he keep his spare blankets? She didn't want him to catch a cold...