Sleeping in a place like this wasn't entirely alien to Blue and her sisters; Owen used to arrange for them to have a suite at the Park's resort every once in a while, chalking it up to a different form of socialization, which made it legitimate for the behavioral program, which in turn helped keep his paycheck in his wallet, Blue didn't doubt.

But she wasn't quite as ill at ease as Omega seemed to be, although it was definitely a good thing that she found him in their room when she emerged from her shower. She turned to face him when he joined her in the bed, hugging her pillow and her expression soft, tranquil. For the moment, at least.

Blue simply gazed at him, eyes roaming over his sharp, familiar countenance, features she'd recognize by touch alone. The urge to touch him was as strong as ever--it was the bond between them, mates--but newly learned fear held her still. He would respond so eagerly, that she knew; he was always starved for her touch, her attention, her care. And it wrenched her heart, this unswerving devotion--how could she ever be worthy of it again?

She gently chewed on her lower lip. But finally broke the quiet with a gentle query of, "...are you hungry? Food should be here soon."