Xander snorted softly, and I gave him a look, though I couldn't help but grin. Béatrice stretched and stood, wrapping the blanket around her shoulders like a queen's cape. "I'm going to bed," she announced, heading toward the stairs. "Don't stay up too late, Maya. Beauty sleep is important." I rolled my eyes, but there was no malice behind it. "Goodnight, Béa." She paused at the doorway, glancing back with a small, almost shy smile. "Goodnight." As she disappeared upstairs, I turned back to Xander, who was watching me with an amused expression. "What?" I asked again. "Nothing," he said, shaking his head with a grin. "You two are more alike than you think." I opened my mouth to protest but stopped myself. Instead, I just shook my head, laughing softly. "You're ridiculous." "Maybe. But I'm right," he said, leaning back with a smug look. The clock ticked closer to midnight, and the house fell into a deeper quiet. Eventually, Xander stretched and stood, offering me a hand to help me up. "Come on. We should probably get some sleep too." Reluctantly, I nodded, letting him pull me to my feet. We made our way upstairs, careful not to wake the others. As I climbed into bed, listening to the faint sounds of the house settling around us, I felt a strange sense of contentment. The day had been chaotic, yes, but it had also been good. Better than I'd expected. Tomorrow would bring whatever it would bring, but for now, I let myself drift off, surrounded by the comforting knowledge that I wasn't facing it alone.