[ His sleep is never heavy. It hasn't been since he was a child, having to be ready to move at a moment's notice either in the presence of real danger or the whim of his father. Her movements aren't enough to wake him, though his brows furrow and he murmurs nonsense to himself in his sleep. None of what happened this evening felt real nor would it be until he woke up with her still in his arms.
It's later than normal when he awakes, bleary eyed and with limbs heavy from sleep. More restful than he normally has though the weight on top of him is surprising. It takes a second before he remembers what happened the evening before and smiles softly down at her.
Deciding work could wait a while longer, he gently cards his fingers through her hair as he waits for the sleep to shake off of him. ]
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It's later than normal when he awakes, bleary eyed and with limbs heavy from sleep. More restful than he normally has though the weight on top of him is surprising. It takes a second before he remembers what happened the evening before and smiles softly down at her.
Deciding work could wait a while longer, he gently cards his fingers through her hair as he waits for the sleep to shake off of him. ]