Roya and Elees pulled down the silkily rustling covers of their beds.
Elees yawned. "I could go to bed with all my clothes on." She sat on
her bed--and swayed backward.
The utter lethargy was pulling Roya into her own invitingly soft bed.
"Who needs ... clothes off...."
Elees was beyond answering. Roya, too, relaxed into the dreamless
depths.
Toka tossed down the rustling covers of his bed. Sleep weighted
his eyelids and pulled at his consciousness. Not even bothering to
remove battle knives, Rok and Old Ledo were sprawling into their beds.
Sandals, battle knife and all, Toka stretched out on his bed and sank
into its wonderful softness. "Been a ... big day...."
Rok and Old Ledo could not answer. Toka let the restful void take him.