（ sleep is an elusive creature, slipping through her fingers like sand. she knows when to give up on lost causes, and it's why she wanders through the camp. there are people doing nightshift work, but the bulk of the bustle happens in the day. she's glad for the reprieve — people here are starting to stare at the 'hatchlings' almost as much as people sought out the avengers for autographs back home.
she doesn't announce herself, just falls in beside him. works quietly, though much of what she's doing is mimicking him. she doesn't have the skills for this.
at length, ）
Can't sleep?
（ she says it lightly, more joke than statement of fact. it's true of both of them. ）
ᴍᴇᴍᴏʀɪᴀʟ ᴡᴀʟʟ
she doesn't announce herself, just falls in beside him. works quietly, though much of what she's doing is mimicking him. she doesn't have the skills for this.
at length, ）
Can't sleep?
（ she says it lightly, more joke than statement of fact. it's true of both of them. ）