Coral drifts in and out for a few hours, tucked in her mate's arms. Half way through the night, she finally gives up on trying to sleep and she slips out of his grasp, walking to the water pitcher to take a sip. She cannot figure out why she is having such trouble; quietly looking through her medicine case for some chamomile to steep into some tea, a thought crosses her mind, causing her to flush deeply. This is the first time she has attempted to sleep through the night without giving her body a release. As if a drug, she has grown dependent upon the pleasant exhaustion of it....