In the space of time it took him to put away his spellwork, she considered and rejected the possibility of teleporting them back to her bed. It was bigger, more comfortable, and offered the possibility of breakfast in it, but she found she wanted to be here, in a space saturated by his presence and his magic where she felt sheltered and cared for. Treasured.

"You first," she countered when he joined her at the bedside, not at all shy about asking for what she wanted, especially not with him. "You make by far the better pillow."