She's awake at more or less the same time Clarisse is, a normal thing, because they usually get up around the same time anyway. They're early risers. Abby has known this ever since they started rooming together and it's strange to think that for the past week she was getting up alone and thinking it was normal. This morning she's not even in bed alone: Clarisse is a nice weight beside her in it, a warmth Abby is holding onto, both hands literally curled around her forearm. She opens her eyes. She closes them again. Leaves her hands where they are until she feels Clarisse start to move, because she assumes they're getting up.

It's nicer to find her closer instead, turned over onto her hip to talk. A do-over of the morning after the training yard, nakedness she doesn't need to be embarrassed about. Their clothes are strewn all over the floor.

"Hi." She's on her back, so she rolls over too, curling, then stretching out her legs. Her voice is sleepy. Eyes mostly open. "You good?"