The press of his lips against her cheek made her stir against the sheets and blankets. The pleasant weight and warmth of his body near hers was almost soothing, a sensation that threatened to pull her further into the depths of her slumber. It was his words that roused her. Low and soft, she could hear the commander’s weary tone. The regretful sigh that he expelled told her that he was likely just as reluctant to leave the comfort of the bed as she was. Her eyes opened, long lashes parting only slightly at first. It felt as though she had only slept for mere minutes, like she blinked and hours had come and gone in an instant. Days of deprivation and unrest had yet to take their toll on the conscript, but she was slower to rise, sluggish, and groggy. Ava pushed herself up, palms pressed to the mattress while she took a few more moments to wake. “I kind of liked the view of the inside of my eyelids,” she muttered, rubbing the sleep from her eyes with a soft yawn. A hand dragged through her dark tresses before she dropped her feet to the ground and stood. The length of her shirt fell from her hips to barely cover her while she searched for her pants. She found them crumpled up on the floor.<br/><br/>“Where are we off to next?” She asked as she tugged on her pants, shoving one foot through a leg and then the other to shimmy them up her rounded hips. Ava’s hand found the light, a button that lit the space dimly with a series of gleaming spheres that hung from the ceiling. She was about to lay back down when she saw the paper on the ground. Upon retrieving it, she moved back to the bed. The brunette returned to the mess of blankets, sitting beside him on her knees as she quickly skimmed the print. “A resort by the water. Maybe I will like this new location,” she smirked, knowing that it likely wasn’t the slice of paradise that it once was being overrun with pests and uninhabited since the outbreak. The resort had been cleared, but it was doubtful that it had been done with any effort to preserve it.