Elise wasn’t sure how to reach when Max became to hug her in his sleep. She distinctly regretted her timing of things as hunger flared up again. Perhaps she was mildly masochistic and that’s why she continued to put herself in situations where she would have to fight this. Or a test? Perhaps she was testing herself. Either way, she sighed and hoped that she would pass as she hugged Max in return. She enjoyed the closeness, but the element of torture was less comfortable. When he seemed to cry in his sleep, Elise was at a loss and all she could think to do was wipe the tears away. As his breathing changed, a signal to Elise that he might be waking up, she closed her eyes and pretended to sleep. She almost broke her act when she heard the thumb of him falling on the floor.<br/><br/>Elise waited through the shower and Max’s changing. She was going to be stuck until the sun had fully set. It was so close to being done by the time he was back out that she stretched, sat up and blinked pretending to not yet be completely awake. “Good morning,” she stated, making her voice sound rough and grumbly.