The dim light of the lantern flickered, casting a warm glow across the small room. Sevika was already sprawled on the bed, her mechanical arm resting idly on the sheets while her other hand reached out to you with a gentle beckon.

"Come here," she murmured, her voice low and inviting.

You settled beside her, feeling the familiar weight of her arm wrapping around your waist to pull you close. Her fingers were soon threading through your hair, a habit she had picked up over the years. It always started as a distraction for her, but it became something she couldn't sleep without.

Her calloused fingers worked gently, twisting and untangling the strands with surprising tenderness. You closed your eyes, lulled by the rhythmic motion.

"Your hair's soft," she murmured, her tone growing quieter as drowsiness began to pull at her.

"You say that every time," you teased lightly, earning a faint chuckle from her.

"Doesn't make it any less true."

The room was silent except for the faint sound of her breathing slowing. Sevika's fingers stilled for a moment, then resumed their slow, soothing motions. You knew she wasn’t far from sleep when her words came out in a low mumble.

"Stay here… just like this."

"I’m not going anywhere," you replied softly, resting a hand on the small of her back as you nuzzled your face against her warm neck.

Sevika let out a contented sigh, her hand tangled in your hair as she drifted off, leaving you wrapped in her warmth and quiet devotion.