Sleep, mostly. On days she has a full schedule or just something she has to do, the norm is she wakes up with a somberness, almost. A tension. A feeling and a sense of duty and purpose, as she gets ready to go about her day, to do the things she's required to show up for.

But on a day off where she's able to do nothing but relax, she sleeps in, almost utterly refuses to leave the bed until just a little before noon, before she drags herself out and dresses in the most comfortable clothes she can wear - loose, casual attire - before heading down to the markets for a quick shopping trip for food or whatever pretty trinket strikes her fancy.

On days like that, there's a languidness about her that you won't normally see. That little soft laziness that makes her look like she's walking on clouds, almost. There's a few yawns, a few stretches, a lot of stopping to smell the roses or look at the sky. Paused moments where she just lets the moment exist before her. And when she's had her fill, eventually, she moves on, picks up all the things she's bought and heads home. Back to her room, back to bed, very much back to G'raha, who's been waiting for her with a book open in his lap - and it's just a day of cuddling and soft kisses left before them, quiet discussions about anything and everything while she drifts in and out of sleep, and G'raha is beside her, his hand running through her hair as she sleeps through the rest of the day.

It's a very happy thought 💜