Harrow snorts a laugh in spite of herself. Well, Nav's not wrong. This water is warm and clean and not making her feel all crusty from salt.
In fact, she's realizing just how exhausted she is because of that heat. So much so that she doesn't fight being pulled onto a bench and into Gideon's lap. She sits side-saddle, her cheek still pressed against Gideon's shoulder.
She slips into a light rest, floating between sleeping and waking. It's stupid, she thinks, but she feels safer than she ever has, and she is in no hurry to unpack that.
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Harrow snorts a laugh in spite of herself. Well, Nav's not wrong. This water is warm and clean and not making her feel all crusty from salt.
In fact, she's realizing just how exhausted she is because of that heat. So much so that she doesn't fight being pulled onto a bench and into Gideon's lap. She sits side-saddle, her cheek still pressed against Gideon's shoulder.
She slips into a light rest, floating between sleeping and waking. It's stupid, she thinks, but she feels safer than she ever has, and she is in no hurry to unpack that.