Sherra snuggled into Nefarion. She pressed her face to his shoulder and breathed in, taking in his wonderful scent. His suggestion was rolled around in her mind for only a few seconds before she peered up at him. Her tear-stained face and blood-shot eyes were joined by a small smile. "Really?" she asked, then as soon as it appeared, her grin vanished. "Dont make him do it if he doesn't want to," she whispered and closed her eyes. She didn't think that Jenny would be within their reach. Surely he was either dead or too far away.

Sherra gave a slight nod and closed her eyes, but was awake well after Nefarion fell asleep. She sighed and carefully pulled away from him. Her curiosity at what he was hiding earlier was bugging her now. She stood and went over to the drawer, and found something that made her stop breathing for a moment. She placed the drug back in place and crawled back into bed, fury boiling her blood. How could he? Why would he…? She clenched her jaw and squeezed her eyes shut. She would question him later. Right now, she needed her sleep before she killed something.

Sherra woke soon after he did, having felt the absence of his body heat. She glanced around, then stretched before getting up and walking toward the bathroom. She could hear the water running, and walked through the door. "May I join you?" Sherra asked as she shut the door. The thought of his drug abuse crossed her mind, but she decided to wait until she caught him before she'd get angry. Until then, she would spend all the time she could with him.
Sherra a hand through her hair. The humidity caused her hair to stick to her neck and back. Her hair had grown longer and looked much more feral since she had left. Now that she had time to think about it, she was sure she'd like to grow it out.