Frankly he'd had enough of the tossing and turning about an hour into the evening and Ki'adan could feel the movement on the mattress as if it were an earthquake. Ugh, was she going to do this all goddamned night?
"Okay," he sighed, turning to her and shifting out of his belt and shirt, just throwing it where he left his boots. "Dusk, stop moving. Okay. We gotta find a way to get you to sleep. Because if you keep turning like that, I'm not going to get any shut eye." His eyes already were heavy and tired and his eyeballs ached.
"Okay, just...hmm. just lay on your back, and look at the ceiling. Just do it. Look up at the ceiling and tell me what you see."