Cassidy was not generally great with mornings. His body never quite wanted to wake up — where everything other than his mind was concerned, he was almost literally sleeping the sleep of the dead. These days, his heart often stayed active overnight, which helped... but still left him with a moment of stiffness in his limbs, a moment of remembering how to work lhis fingers and the muscles in his face. Airy kissed his face, then his shoulder, and he scrunched his eyes tight until he saw stars behind them.

“Izzit kidnappin’ time already?” His voice was groggy and sleep-heavy, but not irritated. He’d expected something like this. If he had to get woken up, the sound of her singing to him was just about the sweetest thing he could think of. With his eyes still closed, he lifted a hand and groped to find her head, to thread his fingers into her hair.

“You’ve got a lovely voice.”