He takes his time cleaning, having no intentions of bothering her until tomorrow. It's been a long day for him and no doubt tenfold longer for her. Dishes washed, he's about ready to fall asleep in his uniform himself when he passes by the bedroom and notices the door open.

There's concern as he peeks his head in, ready to pull himself back out if she had undressed for bed. Instead he's greeted with the sight of her askew atop the bed, passed out from exhaustion. He smiles faintly as he quietly steps in and finds a blanket to cover her. He contemplates readjusting her leg so it's back on the bed, but decides against it. Waking her up through unwanted contact would only break what little trust he had built with her.

He grabs a blanket for himself on the way out and quietly closes the door behind him to give her privacy. He would settle on the couch for some time to work before he fell asleep himself, datapad resting on his chest.