Holding the curtain back just a little, she turns around to look at him. His voice is thick with sleepy satisfaction, and her expression melts into a slow smile as she watches him close his eyes.

She knew she'd wake him.

(It's been a while since anyone called her beautiful.)

"'Night, Sawyer."

She watches for just a moment longer before moving away from the window and gathering her clothes on the chair beside her bed for quick access in the morning. The empty bed is definitely not as warm or inviting, but she has no problem climbing in and pulling the sheet right up to her chin as she curls up on her side.

When she falls asleep, she's still facing him.