Sia flicked an ear, ridding herself of a small fly that had disturbed her lovely nap in a warm patch of sunshine out in the gardens. It didn't return, which meant she could close her eyes again and drift back off until something else happened.

Likely, it would be a guard wandering through, and she would get a few friendly scritches behind her ears and under her chin. The attention wasn't bad and she didn't mind and-

-it let Ramge have a bit of time with Rachel, undisturbed, beyond flowers and shrubs.

He was happy.

And so Sia was, too.