You're lying on Alhaitham's chest in his bed; you feel a bit bad for constantly having to readjust yourself, but he's just so solid that it's hard to find the perfect spot without making him uncomfortable. He laughs slightly at her fidgeting. "What's wrong, my dear?" she sighs, explaining that he reminds her of pavement. He apologizes gently that the body he works for is not a good pillow for her, kissing her forehead. She laughs and assures him that he's the perfect pillow for her.