But Susan thinks that it's queer that she hasn't considered it. She realizes, at the stroke of his fingers, that she's mostly been envisioning things continuing on, straightforward, from the point they're at now.

She likes her space, and time to herself, but he always leaves for his drills early, and she's got the entire morning to her own devices. She likes falling asleep tangled up with him, and either waking early enough to see him off, or to the feeling of his lips against her forehead when he's about to slip out with that sword of his.

She pictures falling asleep on her own again, and waking with the sun with her bed empty, and curls up against him.