Frostfruit Inn, Room 15 [Monday morning]
Celia had changed overnight (and she'd argue that it was for the better, thank you, when she was awake enough to do so.) Of course, Celia was also a very, very deep sleeper, and probably wouldn't have woken up if they'd experienced an avalanche, much less something as subtle as this.
So while her hair was longer (and far more tangled now, since she hadn't braided it before bed) than it was when she'd gone to sleep, and the loose men's shirt she'd worn didn't fit quite the same way it had before, and she was overall much smaller...the only thing she really was aware of at the moment, on any level, was that her nose was quite cold.
So she burrowed a little deeper under the covers, clinging to sleep even if she was vaguely starting to wake up and murmuring sleepy protests against the stupid freezing air.
[for the person sharing the bed, yes.]
So while her hair was longer (and far more tangled now, since she hadn't braided it before bed) than it was when she'd gone to sleep, and the loose men's shirt she'd worn didn't fit quite the same way it had before, and she was overall much smaller...the only thing she really was aware of at the moment, on any level, was that her nose was quite cold.
So she burrowed a little deeper under the covers, clinging to sleep even if she was vaguely starting to wake up and murmuring sleepy protests against the stupid freezing air.
[for the person sharing the bed, yes.]