Best of luck with that, one person, as your formerly be-weasled bedmate had flung out a thin, bare arm and a thin, bare leg to wrap around Amaya in a vain attempt at keeping her right here. (Accompanied, naturally, by a muffled noise that fell somewhere between a protesting whine and an affectionate mumble.) This was comfortable and there were cuddles and Irene -- in spite of everything she projected -- was really very cuddly when it came down to it.

"Shh," she soothed, like that might help. "It's early, love. Just go back to sleep."

Irene was perfectly content to worry about all this nope and zards and confusion business later. After a leisurely lie-in, perhaps. She had no idea how she'd come to be here -- again, very strange dreams this morning -- but she definitely knew she didn't want either of them to go anywhere.