Hikari opened her eyes. The cold had reached her cheek first. The side of her face that was not pressed against Raizen's shoulder and had gone cold enough that the sensation of it had woken her, and the rest of her body - once she registered the cold on her cheek - had begun catching up: the chill across her forearms, the stiffness in her left hand from holding his fingers through the entire sleep, the small numb patch at her hip from sitting in one position for what had clearly been longer than twenty minutes.
Above them, the auroras were still moving.
The sky was still doing what skies were supposed to do at this time of year. The temperature, with the dome opened, was no longer being comfortable, and the night's wind has begun to push its way down.
Raizen was asleep right next to her shoulder.
