For once in their several weeks on the sea in their small ship, Layla awoke smothered in warmth. That within itself was unusual. The thin blanket that she'd claimed for herself did not supply that sort of warmth. Her lips pulled into a frown as her eyes slowly, blinking at the solid mass of muscle that came into view when her visions finally cleared.
Baeron had his arm slung over her, his large body blocking out the cold draft of air that seemed through the cracks of the wood from the outside.
Layla huffed quietly. She was half his size and there was no way she would be able to move him. She just had to wait until he woke up.
"Stop shiftin'." Baeron grumbled out, though his eyes remained closed.
Layla huffed again, louder this time, shifting purposely so that her elbow was pressed into his stomach. "You are smothering me with your big beefy arm." She complained. She didn't care how nice of an arm it was. "And I have to pee."