L O S T
Asha's sleep was dreamless.
More often than not that was the case, lest demons from the past made their way into her mind and brought with them all manner of perils. But with Cotan so close, lay as he was, such was kept from rearing its head. She slept soundly, true peace upon her expression, oblivious to the musings of the man whose hair she still gently grazed her fingertips through. Even in sleep she couldn't wholly halt the act.
So it was that when he rose to answer the door she too slipped free from her stupor. Not as quickly as he mind. Slowly one eye opened, then the other, before she stifled a yawn with the back of her hand and smiled over at him. She barely noticed the change in lighting, which came with a shift in time, her eyes simply followed him around the room as he made his way back over with their food.
She stretched in a rather feline fashion, and then languidly nodded her head.
"Sure," she remarked, sincerity in her tone even with the lingering fatigue making the words themselves seem slow, "I'm down for whatever, love."
She proceeded to pat the sofa, hoping he'd made quick work of putting his butt back where it belonged. This was supposed to be a lazy night, and already he was standing more than he ought to have been. That's what she'd argue, at least!