The day since Albion and Pixie hung out didn't even end yet, but it was night a regular night in one house. Sylvia and Albion slept peacefully together. Sylvia lying directly on top of Albion's bare chest. Sylvia only in a slightly see-throughout white nightgown. Both enjoyed holding each other while sleeping, it was a comfort only those who had someone to hold would know. However, because Sylvia had spent a few hundred years alone, she developed a habit that she couldn't seem to shake off. Her relentless tossing and turning in bed. So because Albion's hold on her was loose, she was free to move however her body wanted. Turning and spinning, flipping over and doing turns around the bed. However, when her body stopped moving, she was still lying on his front. Their bodies pressed together. But they definitely wouldn't be waking up face to face. Yet that was their peaceful night.