"I'm staying where?" Noah asked, eyes wide, his voice a barely-contained whisper of panic.
"In my room," Eleni said casually, fluffing her pillows like they weren't risking life, limb, and probably his face.
"You mean, like, on the floor of your room, right?"
She gave him a look.
"Noah. You're staying in my bed."
He blinked. "With your brothers… here?"
Eleni, calm as ever: "They sleep like rocks. Plus, it's not like we're doing anything scandalous."
He gave her a look.
"…We're not?"
She rolled her eyes, grinning. "Noah. Cuddles. Chill."