Valentina PoV
I hadn't even stepped out of my room and the tall, oddly reliable and intriguing silver eyed Werewolf was already draped across one of my sofas, her larger frame sinking into the cushions as she got herself comfortable.
Right as I emerged I was about to inform her that there was a room available to her so long as she didn't mind the smaller space, yet instead... here she was, lounging on my sofa in her robes drifting off to sleep.
Or more accurately, plummeting into unconsciousness as she grabbed a pillow without realizing and buried her face into it, leaving little besides her eyes and brow visible to the world; how she could lay on a sofa of all things and fall asleep was beyond me, yet... here she was.
