She glanced back when he ran his fingers over her scar, biting her lip and relaxing. It wasn’t that she didn’t like people touching it, she really didn’t care, it was just an awfully strange feeling. Though, his touch was soft and delicate, it even brought goosebumps to her skin. “I know. I wasn’t expected to pull through but somehow I did, I don’t really remember, I was out for awhile after the accident.” She distinctly remembered Oliver threatening his way through the towns, trying to find some way to save her. In the end, it worked out, but she was at the brink. “Sometimes I think that too, that my family should be something bigger than this but... the world isn’t the same anymore.” She sighed softly, frowning to herself when he removed his touch. She liked it, she almost scooted closer, but the way he made space between them she decided against them.<br/><br/>She looked over to him, opening her mouth to say something else, but saw the way his eyes were fluttered closed, his breathing growing shallow. It was a long day for both of them, it seemed to take a bigger toll on him. She smiled to herself, moving a strand of hair away from his face before she settled down on her stomach, her arms crossed under her pillow. She fell into a deep sleep, which was unusua, but she enjoyed it nonetheless. She dreamt of nothing, there were no nightmares or happiness alike, it was just empty space. Usually, she had some form of nightmare, usually manifesting in the death of her Father... but she expected Oliver to pop in at some point.<br/><br/>She didn’t wake when he woke from his own nightmare, staying asleep as she breathed softly, rolling onto her side and curling up in a ball. She hugged her pillow to her chest, her legs tangled around themselves. She didn’t feel him get up, either. As the sun rose, peeking through the window and hitting her eyes, she fluttered them open, yawning and running a hand through her hair. She slowly sat up in bed, holding a hand to her back with a wince. Even though her scar was healed, sometimes her back itself gave her some trouble. She groggily looked around, furrowing her eyebrows when the spot next to her was empty. She carefully slid off the mattress, the shirt that was just too big for her frame fell past her knees. She crossed her arms to her chest, walking out to where Carson was, leaning against the doorframe.<br/><br/>“Hey, you’re up a little early. Did you sleep okay?” Her eyes were tired, her voiced laced with exhaustion as she walked over to him. As she watched him shave off the slight stubble from his jawline, she figured she herself should clean up soon. She hadn’t bathed since the day Oliver passed.