Ravka is, evidently, not a calm sleeper.
Somehow, she's ended up with her top half off the side of the bed, the only thing even remotely keeping her status as dangerously "on the bed" being her legs. Her head, which is on the floor, reveals sharp rows of fangs through her open maw, which is drooling spittle out of its corner onto the floor as she lies unconscious (somehow). The blanket, which has been steadily twisting around her throughout the night, has now morphed into some non-Euclidian shape that cannot even begin to be comprehended by mere mortal minds.
She has been rolling in her sleep lazily the whole night, sometimes emitting a small grumble or snuff throughout, but it was one particularly explosive jolt in the later half of her nap that led her to this predicament; she just about leapt a solid foot into the air.
It seems, though, that she's finally starting to wake. Her eyes flutter, and her mandibles twitch.
She finally returns fully to the waking world, and stares blankly at the Sentinel who observes quietly from its seat in the corner of the room, her maw and eyes both comically open.
She blinks.
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