Miho is, as well, but not in the same way. She'd been so tired, that she'd slipped into REM sleep within minutes, curled around Goldy. Skin icy cold, fingers curled around her set like iron. Her breathing is shallow and broken, shuddering in her chest.

With a faint whimper, she startes suddenly and rolls over, kicking out violently before curling into a foetal ball, buried under the covers.