Miles had forgotten how much she'd been pushed to do.
"Come on, you can't fall asleep yet." He took her hand and tugged her upright.
The frown Diha aimed at him said it all.
Diha didn't want to budge, but she did anyway.
Miles stood on shaky legs and helped her to her feet.
"I, um, guess I should do things," she muttered and turned.
He didn't let go of her. Instead, he tugged her back around and grabbed his shirt that had wound up partially hanging off the footboard. He dropped the garment over her head. She chuckled and slid her arms through the holes then looked down at herself smiling.
That smile was gold.
It was delighted, sated, happy. Seeing it made him lighter and more than a little hopeful.
While he would have enjoyed a naked Diha, he also knew her well enough by now to also know she wasn't comfortable flaunting herself. Maybe, if he was lucky, that would change someday, but today wasn't that day.