[Maya doesn't wake upon the sound of Sam entering, nor his croaked horror at his shock over her presence. Nope, she just...rolls right on over and continues dreaming about whatever it is octopeople dream about (in Maya's case, probably sinking a scalpel into someone and pulling their bodies apart one organ at a time). She looks pretty content, curled up in a foetal position with her tentacles forming something akin to a living blanket around her body...not that Sam likely cares how content she may or may not be when holy hell Maya what are you doing under there]
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