Send a ♚. Your character falls asleep on mine, I’ll reply with what mine does.

She had learned by the patterns of his breathing, just as she had her husband when she had no choice but to lay with him, that he had fallen into a deep sleep. However, the stance that he was in was quite uncomfortable and a bit alarming. His nose, was buried into the back of her locks, inhaling and exhaling warm breath onto her pale skin; prickling it into small bumps. His arms did not surround her, but his digits gingerly traced along the back of her shift.

‘It is the most comfortable bed on the ship, sweetling.’ His words continued to dagger at her. Of course, when he insisted she take the bed and he the bench above deck, she had no choice but to insist that he sleep with her. Even may it be improper, he practically rescued her. The least she could do was show him decency in return.

The constant chill made her feel bare, even more bare than she was. Beneath her shift, bumps swelled over her pale almost translucent skin. She didn’t dare reach for the blankets that clouded by her waist, even she felt a second-hand embarrassment within the encounter. 

Sleep would best her tonight, just for tonight.