"So terribly cruel," she agrees into the space between them and, before he can contemplate any longer, uses her hand at his back to lead him back woard the bed. It is not much effort, he trusts her to move them, and once they are at the side of the bed she sits and takes him down at her side.

"I do warn you, I have had little practice at this. I am very unskilled when it comes to slumber." Her amusement is only a thin veil. She is not lying, nor jesting. Sleep does not come easily to her, not as it does to him, and while she would lament disturbing him from his rest, she can do nothing to prevent herself from it should it come to pass.