Her movements stilled as his hand came to rest over her own, listening to the murmured words of his thanks. She didn't respond and kept humming, her hand resuming in movements once he allowed it. She watched over him until he fell asleep. Once she was certain he wouldn't wake, she pulled away and walked around the bed to crawl under the covers on her own side. However, she didn't stay there and moved to curl up against his form. She didn't want to take the risk of something happening while she was asleep. She rested her head against his chest and allowed her eyes to close, listening to his heartbeat.<br/><br/>When he awoke, she was still asleep and curled against his side. One hand rested on his chest near her face while the other was tucked against her. Some of her maroon-colored locks had fallen in her face, obscuring her closed eyes. She looked peaceful and content. Normally, she would have woken up when he stirred, but she was actually quite tired from the events of the day and the fiasco with the intruder.