Inej lingers in the shadows of the quiet bedroom, watching him in the streaks of moonlight filtering in through the windows. He’s slow to undress, unsheathing himself of his coat and belt; his eyes never stray towards her even though he’s aware that she’s there. It’s as if he can hear her, his ears pinpricked for the silent way her breathing grows shallow and she shifts ever so subtly against the wooden floorboards that creak beneath a more unpracticed foot. She watches soundlessly as Kaz sheds himself of all of his armour but his gloves. That, he waits for her to take off of him.