She came around the other side and joined him, sliding under the covers and wrapping her arms around him gently.
He kissed her temple before sitting up, wincing as his wounds complained. He moved to go make lunch, yawning.
He would hear her exit the bedroom and enter the kitchen, rubbing her eyes sleepily. She yawned before murmuring tiredly. "Moren. Ze betød ikke at sove, ban zin fik drøm distraheret"
He glanced up at her, giving a smile with straight teeth. "Sylvain, draesling. Ectobryte un derchs uyliandi?"