[ She doesn't sleep as immediately as that. Though she stays there, for a good long while, letting her breathing settle not to disturb him. It's enough - and if her battle-soaked mind can't let her believe it's real and there and hers at all, after all these years - it's something she can work up to. Counting each and every one of his breaths like it'll be gone too soon. Some dazed fever dream she had sunk into like a warm bath, so hard to drag herself out of it.
Stays, until she's sure he's asleep and deeply so before she lifts up that little to fish out the blackwater on it's chain from around her neck, hidden below the line of her nightgown, and gently uncapped it in a flick of her thumb. Puts it to her lips, and drinks the same sip of it that is enough that as ever, shudders through her body - her hand coming up to cup her mouth to keep herself quiet. But with nothing serious to heal aside from sore feet, it's not much more than a shuddering breath. Tomorrow, it will need to be refilled, but that's easily done away from his sight. To be worried about him seeing and asking just what it was she was drinking.
After it's drunk, she settles back to him, watching his face carefully for a minute as she braids her hair. Leaning up to kiss him softly the once and last when she's donee before she lets herself finally go to sleep beside him.
Doesn't stray from there, really, the rest of the night, the same way she held to her pillows, most nights, was the same way she holds to him. Her face into his shoulder pressed in close against his side, arm wrapped around him and sleeping deeply and well past dawn for the first time in months. ]
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Stays, until she's sure he's asleep and deeply so before she lifts up that little to fish out the blackwater on it's chain from around her neck, hidden below the line of her nightgown, and gently uncapped it in a flick of her thumb. Puts it to her lips, and drinks the same sip of it that is enough that as ever, shudders through her body - her hand coming up to cup her mouth to keep herself quiet. But with nothing serious to heal aside from sore feet, it's not much more than a shuddering breath. Tomorrow, it will need to be refilled, but that's easily done away from his sight. To be worried about him seeing and asking just what it was she was drinking.
After it's drunk, she settles back to him, watching his face carefully for a minute as she braids her hair. Leaning up to kiss him softly the once and last when she's donee before she lets herself finally go to sleep beside him.
Doesn't stray from there, really, the rest of the night, the same way she held to her pillows, most nights, was the same way she holds to him. Her face into his shoulder pressed in close against his side, arm wrapped around him and sleeping deeply and well past dawn for the first time in months. ]