Rochelle's eyes flickered open a few seconds after Sven closed the door behind him. She immediately groaned softly and rolled over under the covers to lie on her stomach, relieving the pressure on her wings. The feeling of tears in her eyes was gone; maybe that had just been a simple emotional reaction in the dreams. Whether it was or not, she stayed in bed for a while longer. It was warm, comfortable... and in some way, a little stimulating.
Then she remembered the dream from the previous night in better detail, and Rochelle let out a muffled sigh into the pillows. What was she going to say when she next met Sven again? She would, of course, on account of them being roommates and all. Maybe they could both just apologise for their mistakes, and go back to being the friends they were before Rochelle messed up. That sounded like a good plan.
Then she remembered the dream from the previous night in better detail, and Rochelle let out a muffled sigh into the pillows. What was she going to say when she next met Sven again? She would, of course, on account of them being roommates and all. Maybe they could both just apologise for their mistakes, and go back to being the friends they were before Rochelle messed up. That sounded like a good plan.