At some point in the early hours of the morning, Calliope's arm moved to rest against his chest, holding him in a bit of a hug. The night passed, the both of them in each other's arms like lovers. If anyone was to see them, the spying person would certainly think the two were lovers, with how close they were and how comfortable they seemed with each other. However, soon enough, dawn came, and the sun rose higher in the sky.

The light filtered in through the window. Calliope stirred, moving herself closer to Alexander and away from the light. She did not want to wake up - she had the most wonderful dream, and was feeling safe and warm. Some part of her was afraid that once woke, she would no longer feel that way, and so she kept her eyes closed, in that state of half-asleep dreaming. If Alexander was awake, he would see Calliope's face looking peaceful, a small smile on her lips as she dozed. Her long hair had come out of its bindings, spreading across the pillows and herself. Her thin nightgown slipped just a bit off her shoulder, exposing a bit more of her pale, creamy skin.