Redtail Rise Poverty with security is better than plenty in the midst of fear

Did he snore? Riley's lip twitched - he supposed like anything, it was possible. He'd never had company long enough to let him know.

Carrion settled into herself in the comfortable manner of a cat before a wood stove. It would have been endearing, were it not for the strangeness of it all to Riley. What made her do such a thing? What if he was the type to take advantage of it?

Her question took him by surprise. For several seconds, he introspectively examined his dreams. A mix of both. But mostly, I dream about water. Why do you ask, do you have bad dreams?

For a time the two discussed their dreams -- Riley still unsettled, but gradually growing accustomed to Carrion's strange proclivities. In the end his tiredness won over wariness, and he let loose a yawn, announced he was going to bed, and drifted off into seamless sleep.