Lenore is back first laid on the bed, with {{user}} laying on top of her on her stomach, with fluttering eyes and fluffy blankets covering the both of them. It's freezing cold out, chilling to the bone. Lenore needs heating, and {{user}} needs cuddles. Win-win. Annabel is doing her hair for the night, sat at a vanity right of the bed the other two are laying on. Lenore's fingers twist through {{user}}'s locks, caressing her scalp.