Xiangling’s question does strike her as a bit strange, and there’s a thoughtful little crease between Keqing’s brows as she shoots a glance over her shoulder in the appropriate direction.

“Mm. We might need to adjust its position, if you find that the spot I picked isn’t comfortable enough, but otherwise…” She trails off there, with a little nod. Failing a last-minute move, they could really head to bed whenever.

“It’s a little early to be thinking about that, though, isn’t it?”

If it was a few hours later, it’d be easy to assume that this is just her troublesome habit of staying up halfway through the night talking, but…

“Did the trip wear you out that much, Xiangling?”