And she sleeps for an hour.

she doesn't sleep.

Mornings were spent working. Slopwork was in the kitchen. Greaseup meant cleaning duties, which sometimes included the Stink, or mopping the toilets. Bleaching was in the laundry. According to the duty roster--displayed in crisp white letters on the giant screen above the elevator--you were all chippers* for the day.

Victoria and Jack were already in the trough room, picking up a couple of bowls of mush from the canteen and found an empty bench. It was a pile of sawdust-colored paste that looked identical to yesterday's dinner.

*chippers are mining for the morning

"If you keep doing that I might just have to give you hugs." Riley jokes, poking Shade on the chest teasingly before giving Shade a quick hug. "Thank you, though, for everything. For, you know, not killing me, and protecting me, and not leaving me, and comforting me, and all that." He backs away from Shade and starts rambling.
"I don't know how to repay you. So if you need help, just ask me, or don't, it's up to you. I'm not that good at thinking on my feet. I don't know what to say, I'll be quiet. I'm going to go get something to eat..." He trails off, fiddling with the hem of his shirt, heading slowly towards the kitchen, not sure how to adress his situation.
I still like a friggin serial killer who is part dragon and wants to have my blood. Something is wrong with me. Well, I guess since I'm here that means something is wrong with me anyways, so... Riley realizes a little too late that he was saying that out loud, still a whisper, but Shade had said he had had super hearing skills, and Shade wasn't too far away. Riley turns to Shade a tiny bit as if expecting the dragon to stab him from behind.

Rhia sleeps surprisingly well.

Shade didn't stab at him at all,but he seemed to have put back on most of that harsh outer shell again,his eyes the only thing portraying hurt that he was considered a serial killer,he didn't understand what Riley meant by like. "Yeah,sure dork.Just do what you want.Not like a...care." he only paused the faintest,then he went back into the cell,he seemed faintly droopy despite the anger he showed. I am a killer,what the heck should I expect.And he doesn't want to like me,knowing that's the opposite of hate.Not like it matters....ih,stop dwelling over it,idiot! Why in the name of Titan do I care?!? I DON'T He thought to himself.

Riley felt sick to his stomach. "You've ruined it now." He mutters to himself, racing towards the kitchen to be away from where the scene had happened, hoping he could outrun his guilt. He was actually surprisingly fast, so he reached the kitchen in around a minute. He pauses at the kitchen before racing back upstairs.
You'll only feel worse if you don't appologize, mate. He reasons with himself as he takes the stairs, steps flying by. In seemingly no time, he was back at the door of his cell.
He had repeated what he was going to say the whole time he had been running up here, but now, his voice left him.
I'm sorry.

That's the first thing you have to say. Say I'm sorry.
...
Move! Come on! You have complete control over your body now. Move.
Move.

Riley opens his mouth, but for a while nothing comes out.
I'm sorry. His heart slamming against his ribs, Riley tries to appologize, but it's just repeating in his head, and he's somehow unable to say anything.

Shade looked up at him in confusion from his sitting position on the edge of his 'bed'. "You okay?" He then seemed to clench his fists. "Who do I have to hurt for you?" He seemed serious,ready to sucker punch anyone for Riley.

"Me. Hurt me." Riley says, lowering his head. After a moment, he realizes that he had somehow found his voice again. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that. I'm sorry. I'm a f-fool."

Shade sighed and stood,coming over and ,though it seemed uncomfortable for him,wrapped Riley into a hug.His arms string and wings folding over him protectively. "I would not harm you." He murmured,as if he didn't believe himself due to his sanity. "And you have no reason to be sorry,huma....Riley."His voice had taken on...a slightly gentle tone.Slightly.