Despite being robbed of blankets almost entirely-- which he both tried to move closer and tried to pull on them with a sleep-riddled grip to to correct-- Horatio was quite content to be curled up with his friend.

Proper cots were in order, he thought as he refused to fully wake. Individual cots with blankets to spare. No shortage in Luceti, no case to worry about anything other than whatever it was they might want. But the thought did not trouble him greatly. No. Even sleeping on a hard deck made him completely content, given the circumstances.