She makes a contented sound, nestling a bit until they're both settled. The reality of their situation looms, but she shoves it aside again, resolving to deal with it later, when she's had some rest.

'Wake me when ever you like.'

She lets out a huge sigh, and closes her eyes. After the last three years of madness and confusion, this feels right in a way she can't quite explain. For the first time in recent memory, she doesn't feel the incessant pull of not being where she belongs.

She levers herself up, weary but determined, pressing one last kiss against his lips.

'Night, love.'

When she lays her head down again, she can't keep her eyes open for another moment.