Naomi was fully aware it was the middle of the night, but despite that, she couldn't figure out why she wasn't feeling sleepy. She shifted slightly in her position, trying to get comfortable, but the restlessness within her refused to settle. Zylan's eyes were closed, though his breathing remained steady, rhythmic, and calm. Naomi wasn't sure if he was asleep or simply trying to drift off. It was a strange feeling, knowing he was right beside her, but also unsure of his exact state.