She sat up, not noticing their proximity, and groaning from her headache, grabbing her phone. “*squee!*. Sorry, Gabe. I gotta get this. Go back to sleep.”
She took the phone, her hand to her head, wincing slightly as she headed to the hallway. “Hey, Dad. Go ahead.” The delicate scent of her perfume still lingered.
She returned about ten minutes later, squinting at him. “Did you tell me about this?” she asked, pointing to her head.