Another time, in another state of mind, she might have been alarmed, or upset by the sudden change of orientation, but at the moment she couldn't bring herself to care. Sheska clung to his shirt, blinking dully as though she didn't quite recognize what was going on.

The bedroom was dim, curtains drawn against the failing sunlight, abandoned books lying on almost every surface, several crumpled notes littering the desk. The bedclothes hadn't been straightened either, since the last time she'd attempted to sleep. Normally she would be embarrassed to let anyone see the room in this state, but she simply turned her face into him and let him do as he wished.