Medusa stirred from her slumber, the world around her gradually coming into focus. She blinked away the remnants of sleep, feeling the softness of the sheets against her skin and the quiet warmth radiating from the body next to her.
The dim light in the master bedroom hinted at the late hour; the golden hues of sunset had long since faded into the cool embrace of night. Medusa could only assume Aleysia had turned off the lights, a thoughtful gesture that spoke volumes of the young woman's sensitivity.
The flight to Svalbard was a long one, they need to take of another stop to refuel before they could continue their journey. As the plane glided through the inky sky, Medusa allowed herself a moment of peace.
"Oh, you're awake," Aleysia's soft voice broke the stillness, laced with the warmth of familiarity.
"Aleysia, are you not asleep?" Medusa inquired, her voice a gentle murmur that filled the quiet space between them.
