The Healing Process | Locked to clawsandguns
Miku groaned softly and rolled over onto her stomach, arms curling around a pillow and pulling it close, nuzzling her head into it. It had been hours since Alph had rescued her, since she had confessed her feelings in more ways than one. She was still mostly trapped in soundless sleep, her blue-green hair an odd match against the red of the bedsheets. There's another soft sound, her brow furrowing as she turns to her side, legs curling up. A bad dream, perhaps?