Nora snorts softly but her eyes pop open, bleary for a moment before they look up and find Ren’s face close by. Not the usual circumstances by far, but she’s a morning person, not a mid-afternoon person. Thankfully, though, nobody’s ever of the expectation that Ren should sing-song her awake like she does to him on mornings when he’s slow to rouse.

She gives him a sweet, if groggy, smile before she sits up, yawning and stretching her arms high overhead. There’s a couple pops and cracks, perhaps even a few electrical zaps, but as she drops her arms again it’s with a contented sigh and a brisk shake.

“We all done, Ren?”