[Rosa...exhales, long and slow and silent, and turns her face into Jan's shoulder, just drinking in the felt and living warmth of her for a moment.]

I got a few hours. Not great, but better than nothing...some of the other people in the house were in the same shape. Everyone's worried.

[her sleeping habits had been shaky at best to start with, though they'd been improving before the two of them were dragged here. the problem wasn't the quiet echoing emptiness of the room around her -- that had been familiar enough in its way to be a kind of cold comfort. the problem was that her roommate wasn't there. still, it's something she can deal with, so she tries not to let on that that's a thing; not aloud.]

What about you?