[—Callum]
Her body is still slightly shivering against him, but it wasn't as grave as it was this morning. Vereena was coiled up in his arms, with the back of her head resting on his chest, and her spine pressing against his torso. She was whimpering in her sleep, mumbling incoherent words but instead of vexing him, Callum rather liked her mumblings. Like how he imagined a babe would be.
The moonlight beams lanced through the holes on the ship, giving him enough illumination of what was left of his wrecked quarter. Though Callum didn't worry about the things that were destroyed during that onslaught of the storm. He can quickly replace them once they get off this island. Fortunately, the bed was still intact and the mattress is pliable enough to hold both their weight.
