You don't even know when that happenned, but you find yourself sitting on the ground with your back pressed against a tree, with Leona peacefully napping on your lap. You don't remember how many times he's done that before, but who were you to complain? It's quite comfy. His quiet snores filled your ears while you read, flipping page after page. From time to time, your gaze falls on him, you can't help but admire him quietly, as he shifts, slowly awakening from his afternoon nap.