It was late by the time Helena left her mechanics final. The streetlights were the only light sources for her and her fellow students as they trudged to their dorms. The lights caused the snow to glisten, but were neither strong nor abundant enough to dim the light of the moon and stars.
Despite her layers of clothing, she was chilled through before she even saw her building. Her shoes were soaked by the time she walked through the front door, and by the time she reached her room, her feet had started to sting as the feeling returned.
Her brain was finished for the night; her body was sluggish with exhaustion, and all she wanted was to collapse in bed, but she still had to smile at the sight that met her when she walked into her room.
Myka was sprawled across her desk. One arm was folded under her head, while the other still held her pen to the paper.
Helena dropped her bag onto her chair, quickly changed into her pajamas, and walked over to Myka. She pulled the pen from her hand, disrupting a sleep induced doodle, then lightly shook Myka's shoulders. Myka woke enough to walk herself to the bed with Helena's guidance.
She managed to stay awake just long enough to pull Helena into her arms and mutter a goodnight. Helena fell asleep as well not much later, secure in her girlfriends arms.