Disclaimer: It's all Ikuko Itoh's
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The bed isn't big enough for three people to sleep in comfortably; it isn't even really big enough for two. Nevertheless they make room, wedging themselves in like ill-fitting puzzle pieces.
Rue sleeps with her legs as entangled with Mytho's as possible. Though she's not particularly prone to tossing and turning, one of her feet occasionally rises long enough to kick Fakir in the shins. Her other foot never leaves its post, however; it snuggles against Mytho's foot, pinning it to the bed. Her arms are always wrapped snugly around his torso, her head resting on his chest.
Fakir, on the other hand, steers clear of the tangle of legs, sleeping instead with one leg on top of theirs, and the other planted firmly to one side. His upper body isn't entirely covered by the blankets, curving as it does so that one arm lies under Mytho's head and the other reaches across the prince's chest, right above Rue's head. His hand rests lightly on her hair, though sometimes, when his arm tenses, it tugs.
Mytho lies squarely in the center of the bed, limbs and head going docilely to wherever they're pushed, prodded, or lifted. He sleeps peacefully; if he notices the bed's other occupants shifting in the night, he gives no sign.