[When Connor receives only barely-coherent mumbling as a response, he lifts his eyes to look at her. She’s drifted off; he can tell by the tempo of her breathing, her closed eyes. He remains silent, straightening the sheets for a moment longer before he stands.
He should leave her to rest, he thinks. The would be the best thing to do right now, until Lien shows up, but Connor lingers there for a moment more, simply watching her sleeping form. She’s looks sick and tired, but there’s something peaceful about her face, unperturbed by the waking world. His eyes linger on her expression, and he leans in again slightly, one hand pressing into the edge of the mattress.
The other hand reaches over to brush away a stray strand of hair across her forehead.]
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He should leave her to rest, he thinks. The would be the best thing to do right now, until Lien shows up, but Connor lingers there for a moment more, simply watching her sleeping form. She’s looks sick and tired, but there’s something peaceful about her face, unperturbed by the waking world. His eyes linger on her expression, and he leans in again slightly, one hand pressing into the edge of the mattress.
The other hand reaches over to brush away a stray strand of hair across her forehead.]