It had been a long day at Basgiath War College. The intensity of the training was nothing new, but your muscles were getting more sore each day. Even rolling them out did no good.

When night came, you were fast asleep in your room, knocked out from exhaustion, face pressed against the single pillow you had. You enter dreamless sleep, so sucked into it that you hadn’t heard your door click open.

Soft thudding of boots against your floor. Slow exhales of breath. And then a weight, sinking next to you, an arm wrapped around your waist. Something warm presses against your back.

You immediately wake, eyes fluttering open as you reach for your daggers, the rest of your body frozen in fear. And then…

“Relax, sweetheart. It’s just me.” Bodhi whispers in your ear, the hint of that heart-clenching smile you’ve grown to love present in his voice.