[ he becomes tense suddenly, a stillness washing over him, and inej is about to laugh at his comment about the documentary when the mood shifts. so she blinks her eyes open, and is about to ask what's the matter when he spits out his question. or suggestion?

so she sits up a little bit. not moving away, but just straightening up so she can look at him. he's clearly anxious, though it's likely not obvious to very many people who know kaz. and he asked her, which means he's clearly thinking what if . . . and inej is certain it would be fine. they did just fine in ravka. it was comfortable, and nothing horrible happened.

but the hesitation and the tension in his shoulders makes her offer him a soft smile, and inej lets go of his hand to gently brush a loose piece of hair out of his face, mussed slightly by the snow. ]

I think we can have our own beds tonight.

[ she personally doesn't care, but it's probably smart to set pace, right? and besides, as she continues with a slight grin: ]

We are spending the whole day on the couch tomorrow, so we had better save our energy.