Yennefer isn't sure at what point sleep takes her. She drifts, and is able to hear mutterings. They make her pet his arm, his chest until the movement is too much. Whether it had any lulling effect for him she won't know. Dipping into the depths of unconsciousness she is less rigid, less tense. In the night she hardly moves. When she does it is to grab for the form of his body to be sure he near. And he is. No nightmares or visions. No empty bed.

Dimly she feels movement. Her hair shifts just so and her lashes flutter but her eyes don't open. A small noise is caught in her throat. Stillness again. The room is silent. This close she can hear him breathe and a steady, regular beating of a heart. There is shuffling on the floor of the in. Someone is sweeping. Up the street a horse and cart have started to pull through. It's day again.

Yennefer wets her lips and pulls herself closer. Her hair may overtake him completely. "Hello." Sunlight cuts in tiny shards through the black forest canopy of her hair as her lips drag on him for a sleepy kiss. "...I know you're awake."