Fur-covered chaise-longue

A low-slung upholstered piece with dense, dark pelts stretched across its frame, their coarse texture catching the dim light in Nyssa and Tegan’s bedroom. The chaise’s curved arms frame a seat wide enough for two, its shape inviting collapse yet unsuited for the kind of soothing rest that eludes Tegan after her Mara-tinged nightmare. Nyssa perches on its edge, one hand resting on Tegan’s heaving shoulder while the fur tickles her own fingertips, the hairs bristling with static from the night’s chill.