Sleep compliments her. It leaves her soft and tender instead of surrounded by the usual bristle of emotional armor.

When the maids wake her to eat, she's barely awake, every question answered with a yawn as she rubs sleepily at her eyes. No, they did not have sex. Honestly, would he be out of the room right now if they did? Maids, please. Besides which, this will be a sexless marriage. Screw the Alliance if they want as heir. If he snores, she didn't notice. But yes, she does agree he looks very sweet when he's sleeping.

Once she's eaten something, they tuck her in again, stoking the fire to keep her warm.

Eventually they wake her again, bodily dragging her out of bed and shoving her into the simplest dress they can manage, looping her hair up into an equally simple braid that sits like a crown on her head. Then they shove her into the hall and cheerfully tell her there is food in the dining room. All of which is what finds her walking into the room, stifling a yawn behind her hand, and slumping down in the seat next to Cassian.

She squints at him, but it's clearly not some narrow-eyed gaze and instead her sleepy eyes adjusting to being open again. "Good morning."