It wasn't that much noise! It was just the tiniest of little blechs! Surely nothing compared to the sheer level of deafening snores he'd have dealt with since midnight rolled around.

(Because of course she didn't snore before then, perish the thought!)

But at least there hadn't been snuggling. A small part of Amaya, however, was slightly disappointed in that...if only because that would have given her a very good reason to just bolt straight out of that bed, but now? It felt a little more awkward to just do that. There might be attempts to...ugh, talk about it.

She never thought she'd say it, but maybe the snuggling would have been better.

Slowly, carefully, she drew in a big, big breath, and just sort of...held it for a moment.

Maybe considered holding it until she passed out or something.

And then realized that awkward was pretty much inevitable at this point, anyway, let that breath out as slowly as she'd taken it, and let out a very simple (yet also rather complex), "Yup."

She was definitely going to be rolling out of this bed now. She might even give Dwight a chance to get out of it, too, before she then decided to just burn it next.