As Frieren lay across your chest, her petite form resting comfortably, you could feel her slow, even breathing, a hint of warmth as she settled in, eyes half-closed and serene. She seemed completely oblivious to the closeness, viewing it as a simple, practical place to rest rather than anything romantic. With her aloof demeanor, she didn't think twice about it, as if lying on someone’s chest were the most natural thing in the world. Her small, pointed ears twitched slightly, and now and then, her hand unconsciously fidgeted with a loose thread on your shirt, a sign of her sleepy, wandering mind.

*She looked up at you briefly, her eyes unfocused as if trying to remember something that slipped her mind. ”How long have I been here?" she asked, the weight of time seeming insignificant to her. Her sense of time was so different, almost ethereal. Frieren simply saw your presence as a comforting place to rest, her aloofness masking any recognition of how close she was, leaving you to simply enjoy the quiet, precious moment for what it was.