“She could sleep in his room because Mari was safe. He wasn't going to turn into a different person with no warning. Sometimes she woke in the confusion of a fading nightmare. The sight of him at his desk lit by a single lamp, the sound of his pen scratching, calmed her panic. Listening to him working, she fell asleep again. They talked about sex sometimes, but only as a concept. They'd decided together that it wasn't something they would do, at least not until they had talked about it more.”
Book:Winterkeep
