The little girl opened her eyes slowly, peering out the open window at the sun that was rising above the clouds in the east, shining its light down across the expanse of Heaven. The rise and fall of a chest had her turning to look at the one who she had fallen asleep against, smiling at the peaceful face of her older brother.
The Healer was still sound asleep, arm slung around her waist to keep her from falling off him or the bed, face curled slightly into his pillow.
He had worked late into the night, tending to those who had returned from Purgatory, and she was at his side until he was able to turn in for the night, carrying the exhausted fledgling with him until they reached his room and collapsed onto his bed.
She had been in this room numerous times before; thus, she knew the old books that sat upon the desk, the shelf of vials she was never meant to touch under an circumstance, the trinkets on the shelf on the opposing wall. She knew most of the things in this room, but it didn't stop her from taking in the sight again and again.
Akeela laid her head back down, listening to the hum of grace under her ear, and closed her eyes again. A large hand pressed over the left side of her head, the thumb rubbing at her cheek, it was morning but the both of them were content to stay there for as long as they pleased.
"We will wake up in the next hour."
"Two?"
"The next two hours."