Kestral didn't mind the hard floor, since they would no doubt need to get used to such a thing, but it was a far cry from a bed. She watched as Lupo placed himself neatly between them, curling up close to her.
She looked at Milo, sat alone and away from them, not distant but apart. She wished to say something, but held her tongue, her eyes closing. She thought, as sleep took her, that she'd been unconscious so much in the past few days that she wondered she should be able to sleep, but it claimed her.