It was one of those mornings. Nights? Afternoons?
Nisadee didn't have a good sense of it at all, and hadn't bothered to open her eyes yet to correct that. That would also have solved the mystery of where she was - besides not in her cot, obviously - but she was still asleep enough and comfortable enough that she wasn't going to bother to peek just yet. She did stretch just a little as she tucked herself closer to her taller partner: Razanel, from the memories that were starting to drift through her mind now that she was somewhat conscious.
While she didn't know him well, she'd encountered or worked with him enough that she didn't find any of this to be a disagreeable notion. He at least wasn't someone to disentangle herself from as quickly as possible and dash away before he could wake up. That was sometimes a bit of a risk with Flights, after all.
x Uta