He brushed back her her, moving his hand to gently tilt her head to look at him. "Don't worry about me. I'll be okay, alright?"
Her grey eyes met his and she was quiet for a moment before she reached up and kissed him, her hand on his jaw. "God. I don't know what I'd do without you."
She was quiet before wrapping her arms around his torso, kissing his sternum. "It's a privilege to be yours, Craw."
"I'm fine. Don't worry," she told him, patting his cheek affectionately. "I can sleep some other time. I do need to figure out where we're getting married. That's kind of an important thing."
"Francis Craw," she said, her fingers grazing the back of his neck. "I'm always tired. You'd never see me again if you wanted me to sleep whenever I was tired. That would be a tragedy."