It felt like hours had passed as she tried to say awake. It was growing increasingly more difficult as he began to play with her hair, running his fingers through the locks, strands falling over his arm. The sensation of him gently tugging and combing through the silky strands began to lull her into an even deeper exhaustion, she only prayed she could stay awake long enough for him to fall asleep. Back before The Fall, her mom used to do this exact motion to get her to fall asleep, It was her magic button, playing with her hair, she was putty in his hands as he did this. She knew it was to keep himself distracted, but she was enjoying it immensely. At one point she even hummed contently, a smile playing at her lips due to the feeling. She only hoped that he would fall asleep soon, she wasn't going to be able to hold out herself. Not very much longer, anyways.<br/><br/>She seemed to get her wish as his movements slowed, his body relaxing and melting into the 'bed'.  She felt his motions completely halt, his hand falling away from her hair, securing his arm around her body instead. She listened for his breaths, hearing his deep, slow, even breathing in the silence of the plane that the pair called home. Eventually, his calm body and slow breathing was enough to convince her that he was sound asleep, hidden from the horrors of the world. How was she supposed to know he was faking it?  She certainly didn't expect it. She nestled closer to him, finally allowing her heavy eyelids to flutter closed. She was asleep almost the moment her eyes shut, her own breathing slowing to match his. The only sounds filling the deserted plane was their peacefulness of their sleep. Well, of Madison's sleep.<br/><br/>Arc had many things to study if he was so keen on doing so while she rested. As she slept, her eyebrows would furrow every now and then, due to either a dream or just her body movements. She didn't shift too much, only to snuggle closer to Arc's body for the warmth, really. Luckily for her, and him, nightmares did not plague her sleep. If anything, good memories and decent images filled her mind, the corners of her lips tugging up into a faint smile every now and then. She had a soft grip on his shirt which would tighten, hold for a moment, and release, for no particular reason. It was plain for anyone to see how comfortable she was becoming with him, how much she trusted him... how much she was falling for him. She didn't sleep with<i>anyone</i>like this, not even her previous relationship, or with family. She didn't used to appreciate being touched, or held, but now it was all she could do not to press into his embrace. She adored him, the way his arms wrapped around her, the way his heartbeat calmed her. She can't fake something like that, and these feelings she felt were rare. But they were real.<br/><br/>Eventually, the next morning rolled around, the sun peeking through the rounded window of the plane. She didn't stir at first light, but eventually the sun rose high enough in the sky for the warm light to illuminate their room, casting across her eyes. She furrowed her eyebrows and fluttered her eyes open, meeting his forest eyes with her own. She stared into them for a moment, studying them with a rather hypnotic intensity. In this light, they were beautiful; bright green with specks of yellow dotting the vibrant color. She smiled immediately, a tired one at best. She stretched and yawned into her arm, sighing contently.  "Morning, how do you feel?" She reached her hand out from the covers, placing the back of it against his forehead, her eyebrows knit together in worry. "You don't seem to have a fever right now, you're warm but... maybe you're always warm." She ran a hand through her hair, tilting her head as she flickered her eyes across his form. There was no way he was just okay, she knew that, she needed to figure out a game plan and soon.