She was fine, quietly pleased that he was comfortable enough to doze off. His fingers had nearly sent her to sleep as it was. If he did fall asleep, she'd try to stay awake a little longer, and then let herself go as well. They'd had such a long evening from both his return and the walk to Sigyn.

Her soft hum was quietly encouraging. Sleep would be the best, now, even if she, too, kept fighting it.