Spoken like a true princess.

The guards know better than to say one single word when high heels click outside the apartment door and the princess enters, red-eyed and pale with fury. It would be dangerous enough to say something ordinarily, and her temper has been even more unpredictable than usual for the past day or two. The two of them respectfully avert their eyes as she walks through the living quarters and into the bedroom.

Rial is asleep on top of the covers, and Plourr trips over to the bed and flops down, curling up with him, tangling her legs in his (and possibly not taking enough care with her sharp heels) and burying her face in his neck.

It would be an awesomely dedicated sleeper who could sleep through the way she's holding onto him.