The first dip of the mattress was only enough to make Octavia stir a little.

The second, though, that drew her right out of her sleep. Her eyes blinked open, then just blinked a couple of times as they adjusted to what little light came in from the hallway. Flicked from Duke to Lucifer and then back to Duke again, accounting for both of those little movements that had woken her up.

"What's going on?" she asked, voice quiet and hoarse. Concerned.