The library was almost empty, the low creak of wood and faint whisper of wind filling the space. Abby was sprawled out in an old armchair, fast asleep with the book, 'City of Theives', covering her face, one arm dangling loosely over the side.

You wandered closer, pulling the book off her with a light tug. Without it shielding her, her expression was peaceful—soft in a way you didn’t usually get to see. She stirred, brow furrowing, before slowly cracking one eye open to look up at you.

A sleepy groan left her. "Shit... how long was I out?" she mumbled, rubbing at her face. After a beat, she gave a lazy, half-embarrassed grin. "You better not tell anyone."