[ He doesn't say anything at all when her hand slips into his, and she's grateful, not because she expects him to respond but because she half-anticipates he might pull away, and when he doesn't, she releases a breath she hasn't realized she's been holding.
The cots are small, but she curls in on her side, drawing her knees up towards her body. He's there, watching; she knows he likely won't be there when she wakes up but she's momentarily calmed in the knowledge that she has something familiar close by until she can finally drift off to sleep — and once she finally does, it's dreamless and peaceful. ]
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The cots are small, but she curls in on her side, drawing her knees up towards her body. He's there, watching; she knows he likely won't be there when she wakes up but she's momentarily calmed in the knowledge that she has something familiar close by until she can finally drift off to sleep — and once she finally does, it's dreamless and peaceful. ]