He's only in a light sleep, having fought the need for as long as he could. He's jerked awake a few times, sweat on his face, blood behind his eyes. But a couple of hours ago his body overtook his brain, and forced some rest on him.

Her touch is enough to bring him back. His eyes fly open, ready for the thudding in his chest and grip on his muscles that he's getting used to now. But it wasn't the dreams this time. Just her. He smiles sleepily.

'Time s'it?'

And then registers her face.

'You OK?'