Rosalia nodded and got into the sleeping bag beside Sayuri. Soon she was asleep and the night was progressing. People were sleeping, very few still up. At some point in the night Rosalia had begun to turn a bit until she ended up closer to her friend, her tail and arms wrapped around her as she slept. An old habit from when she used to share the bed with her sister. She was cuddling, enjoying the warmth, having somehow escaped her sleeping bag.