“Runa,” Narran laughed, poking her in the ribs, “you have to wake up.”

Runa cracked an eye, looking at him. He was largely bare, with only an askew blanket to keep his modesty. She was in no better state. She sniffed. “Did you light incense?” she muttered groggily.

He slid closer to her, sitting against the headboard. She rolled on her side, resting her head on his leg. He was fully bare now and she had a very, very lovely view of him from her resting ...