Follow the cat.

Though Snow isn't dressed like Yin, where you're not even certain if she wears anything beneath the loose shirt, or like Eva, where she doesn't wear anything at all and must dress in Amara's conjured gown, Snow's pajamas are still cute and compliment her cute figure. Her bust is restrained by a tight-fitting tank top that's cropped up to show most of her midsection, and while her black and white bottoms aren't also skin-tight, they hang loosely around her hips, and they're pajamas, so you know there's nothing present underneath. And right above her waist is her long, soft tail that sways along with her steps. The only thing unusual is the belt she still wearing holding a single blade and a few throwing knives she retrieved from the pile of ash that was once a fearsome vampire.

"How did you know I was in trouble?" you whisper, not wanting to wake everybody else.

"My ears are keen, and my room isn't far."

"You weren't peeping again?"

"I--!" She turns with a face full of frustration, but cuts herself off and faces forward again. "I don't need to tolerate this mockery. I saved your life."

"Sorry, sorry." You chuckle under your breath.

You reach her room, and she gestures you inside. As she locks it behind, you peer around your minimalist interior. It makes sense. She hasn't lived here long, and you've never seen her shop for furniture. There's a simple wooden bed with a dark red quilt, and a desk covered in small blades and different whetstones. It seems her bed is already made as well. She stands with her arms crossed as she stares towards the window.

"Sleep well," she says.

You crawl into bed with a deep exhale. Hopefully this time you can actually sleep. You peek up from the blankets to see her still standing there. It's unnerving.

"You need to sleep too," you say.

"I will. Don't worry."

"Where?"

"On the floor."

You sigh. "No, no. You just saved me. Please use the bed. I'll take the floor."

"I refuse."

"Fine. Let's just both take the bed then."

She pauses for a moment. Then she looks to you with some colour to her nose. "That's... Are you messing with me? Because if that's a joke, this is no laughing matter! But if that isn't a joke, I... Well, maybe we can..."

You snicker. "So you'd do it if I wasn't joking?"

"So you were joking!" She huffs in frustration.

"I'm just messing with you. No I wasn't joking. Feel free to join me if you want, Snow. It's just a bed."

"I'll think about it."

You turn back to lay with the blanket pulled up against your neck. You let your eyes slowly drift shut. Not even a minute after, you feel something slip under the covers, and the feeling of soft hair and even softer ears brush against your neck as Snow slips in with hardly a sound into the small bed. She doesn't say a word. Though after trying to get comfortable for a moment, she snuggles up close and presses her head to your chest. A quiet sigh--a sound of happiness--you do hear. It's the only sound she's made so far.