After Mal and Jayne had their little talk, there seemed to be less tension amongst the crew. Well, most of the crew. Simon still seemed irritated about the new situation. And saying he didn't approve of the living arrangement was an understatement but he was settling a bit. Mostly he was just trying not to think about it.
When River moved into Jayne's bunk, she was apprehensive. Not because she didn't want to live with him. She did. More than anything. But only Simon really saw how bad she was at night. How terrible the nightmares could be. After Miranda, she was less tormented during the day. She could function almost normal but at night her mind would replay things she had seen. Things she would see and it was too much.
She had stayed in his room at night before but not a lot of sleep actually took place. They couldn't keep their hands off each other. When he would fall asleep, she would let herself drift a bit but never too deep in his presence. She was so used to sleep deprivation that it really wasn't much of a hardship. After a few days of this, however, she would usually crash in her own bed and then the sleep was dreamless.
The new bed made it more difficult though. It was far more comfortable than their old cots. Nearly as comfortable as Inara's bed. Laying in his arms, her eyes grew heavier but she still fought it as best as she could. Some nights she even had to slip out of the bunk and come back before she felt him wake up. She knew that he wasn't oblivious but so far she'd been careful.
Sitting in the pilot's chair, she checked outboard cameras and sat back. It had been a few days since she moved into Jayne's bunk and the lack of sleep was starting to wear on her. The weight on her eyelids made them droop but she sat up a straighter, muffled a yawn, and shook her head a little. She only had another twenty minutes before they got to a place where she could but the ship on autopilot and maybe sneak a little nap.