He gives her a long look, and dismay creeps into it as the reason she doesn't want to sleep near the wall becomes apparent to him.

"All right. All right." Of course she wants an open space. She'll have him on one side and Ghost on the other. There are four walls, but none of them will be so close to her. He crawls over her and puts his own body nearer the wall, then finds the side of the furs and pulls them over himself.

Their hair is wet against the pillows. He feels his clinging to his head like a hood, and knows that because he hasn't combed it, it will be a nest of curls in the morning. It doesn't matter very much. He tries to let her settle in.

"If something happens in the night..."