Look at you. I daresay if we don't decide in a hurry, you'll be back to sleep as it is, right there where you stand.

[She slips an arm free and reaches it up and around Ezar, carding her fingers through G'raha's sleep-rumpled hair. And she lets his question linger for a moment as she pets him, rubbing her thumb lightly against the furred edge of his ear — giving Ezar time to startle if he needs to and settle again after before addressing him softly: ]

I can find you something to wear to sleep in, if you'd like to stay.