It took some time for her senses to untangle waking from dreaming.

The morning light was dim and strange. The surface beneath her was too soft. There was pressure and warmth at her side. A weight was nestled into her shoulder. The soft sound of breathing.

Segna was asleep.

Catt understood where she was. Her senses continued to grow clearer.

She could make out the shape of the room in the dim light. The open archway to the next room admitting red morning ...