Once Keith was settled onto the bed, Zebel curled into his side, nuzzling against the side of his chest as she  moved her good leg over the top of him. She hugged his body close to her's as she inhaled a deep breath and closed her eyes. She was tried but... she didn't want to sleep while he wasn't there. There was a small 'mhm' that came from her lips as she nodded her head slightly against the side of his chest.<br/><br/>"Good... I hope you make good on your word..."<br/><br/>There was a tug at her lower lip as she thought about what she said, that would perhaps make him feel worse then he already did... Shifting slightly beside him she raised her head up and looked up towards him.<br/><br/>"It wasn't your fault, Max just knew when you wouldn't be able to get to me in time. You might not have kept your word but... if you hadn't ended the fight when you had... Max could have done worse to me... so in a sense you did keep your word."<br/><br/>There was a smile to her lips, which fail short as the pain urged from the busted wound there. Her head lowered back down as her body scooted back in close to his. Her leg wrapped tightly over his body as her form seemed to compress and nearly sink under his body. She was tired and with the warmth of his body she was slowly starting to fall into a deep sleep now. Keith in a sense was her big Teddy Bear. Though as she thought, she couldn't go to sleep right then and there, something else had popped into her mind. There was a slight mumbling of words as she spoke up to Keith.<br/><br/>"Keith... did you call me 'love' back at the arena?"<br/><br/>Zebel hadn't been too sure about that, thought she mostly added up to being hurt  too badly, made she had imagined it.