Saraya was woken up by a head advisory not three hours after finally falling asleep, the sun was climbing over and through the scant clouds that had breezed in a long with their flight late last night. Now it was a gentle kind of just start of summer haze that was trying to drift in the windows and given her state, it was enough to keep her awake and for a moment she thought she was still in Virginia, where Paige was going to call her to remind her to get out of her room before noon because why would she want to stay in Virginia longer than absolutely nesseceary? But the bed felt different, it was more. And the pillows under her head were softer and eventualy, her body would bend and stretch and turn toward the sunlight to be met with a kind of mass of a person she forgot was there.

Raya's mouth pursed, biting her lip on the inside while her eyes slit open, warm and dark and curious as she watched Jon breath in slowly and sleep. The sun sort of lighting around the back of his head and the shape of his shoulders, that while she knew were really broad it was different being close in the quiet in the morning where there was no worry of being found looking. She shifted and propped herself up on her elbow, the dent in the bedding becoming a bit more pronounced while unthinkingly, Saraya's hand had drifted from laying crossed over herself to drag her fingertips over the hard lines and ridges of Jon's arm and over the warm, smooth expanse of the shoulder closest to her. Ray's face would have betrayed everything, a warm flush of pink washed over her cheeks, down her throat and over the tops of her breasts, that would have been seen mostly from the sleep top that was threatening to quit it's one job in life. That was also the time when she thought she saw him stir, where her hand slowly, comically quietly and with a held breath came away from the gentle tracing and attempts to memorise whatever would happen for the moment. He needed rest.

Jon needed sleep where he could get it and she wasn't going to help that if she kept laying there, so quietly and carefully, Saraya slid out of his bed and padded downstairs to the kitchen where she forgot herself and just went downstairs to make coffee. She knew where the mugs were and which was his, she knew how to use the French press, she knew where he kept the sugar.