Torsten sleeps better when there's someone in his bed.

  He has this fear, you see, that something might happen in the middle of the night.

  A rogue wave, another storm, a sickness rising, a fire, maybe.

  And if it did, he would have to know, to act, to respond, to lead through the crisis.

  He can't do that if he sleeps through the night.

  So alone, Torsten sleeps with half his mind alert for threats and crises.

  With someone to share his bed, he sleeps more soundly, knowing there's someone else there to wake him if he's needed.

  Eoin, doesn't care.

  I mean, he really doesn't care. He will literally sleep anywhere he can get his head down.

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  In spite of everything - every callus on his soul, every part of himself he's had to spend on survival - Eoin sleeps the sleep of the innocent.

  Or maybe - sleep is a means for him to escape the calluses on his soul and the cuts in his heart.

  In any case, he's not troubled by sleepless nights.

  He does prefer, though, to sleep in a narrow bed. There's no momentous reason for this. It just reminds him of narrow berths and hammocks onboard a ship. That's where Eoin is happiest, and for him, a narrow bed is a small, but comforting reminder of home.

  Ingbord, prefers to sleep alone.

  She doesn't care for the touching, twitching, mouth breathing, blanket-hogging and sweatiness that comes with sharing a bed