Snoring. A soft chuckle escapes her and a warm smile spreads across her face, listening to the sound and feeling the rise and fall of his breathing beneath it. The sleep debt she's accrued runs deep but she feels far better already, even with the faint haze of coming up from a deep sleep still hanging over her.

She doesn't want to move. Doesn't want to wake him or make him let go, just yet. But she has to shift a little where her position's sending a limb to sleep, and her hand squeezes a little tighter where it stayed rested on his arm.