“Goodnight, Targath,” Kilena kindly wished him, settling the side of her head on a thin pillow of straw. A scoff replied, and Targath turned over to put his back to her from the other side of the cramped floor.
Kilena fondly smiled, knowing Targath was upset by her tenacity and refusal to sleep on the bed. He insisted she claim the bed for herself to have a better rest. She argued that sleeping on the floor was preferable to the ground. In the end, the bed and its mattress of straw on wooden slats remained empty. That heated disagreement left them both sleeping on the floor almost back to back.
Kilena Shrelack 