[ yang is struck dumb with a rush of memories she half-remembers. there'd been a promise, a waterfall where she'd told blake she knew she wouldn't break it, a quiet ride to some place where they'd fallen asleep on each other's shoulders. it's all so close, but the details surrounding these memories slip through her fingers. and then there's that tidbit about blake's parents' estate burning down. when had it burned down and why? ...wait, they had an estate?

she decides to return to figuring out what the hell is going on later and follows blake around the suite, content to listen to her explanations in companionable silence. why the hell did rich people need so much space? the only room yang finds remotely impressive is the bedroom, an audible gasp escaping her mouth once they're standing in the middle of it. ]

We are going to have the best sleep ever. [ but wait-- ] There's no books in here which means you haven't slept in the best bed on the ship yet so.... [ all too quickly, there's a mischievous flash in yang's eyes before she scoops up blake bridal style and flashes her a grin. ] You've gotta test it out first!

[ just gonna lightly. throw her right onto the bed. ]