A pillow to the face should be informative enough.

[ he can't be any worse than having to listen to soldiers grappling with one another through labored breaths in the dark, eager to distract themselves from the looming threat of death ahead of them. or the cramped spaces they had inhabited, more than that — snoring and late-night chatter alina had been excluded from among the list.

her teeth chip off a shard of lollipop, fingertips fiddling with folding up the overhanging fabric of his sleeve where it dwarfs her hands. ]

Actually ... [ she smiles, faint. rueful. ] A rendezvous with a pillow sounds appealing right now, if I'm honest.