A gentle relaxed sigh escapes her as she feels her frame press against his own. She craves this closeness, relishes in it each time they are close like this. Before she met him she saw touch as a terrible thing, touch meant being harmed or injured. Yet she trusted him completely, knowing that he would not harm her, his touches always gentle, always close, always desired. Moving her arm around him so that he too could get the benefit of the blanket, her head leaned into the side of his chest. It is when he brings his own arm around her shoulders did a small smile appear on her face as another relaxed sigh is released. For a moment she would tilt her dial upwards, blue-grey eyes looking at his brightly golden eyes that remained hidden within his dark unruly locks. It is when he gives her a delicate kiss on her cheek does her smile widen, feeling the warmth inside her overwhelm the feeling of the coldness she felt on the outside. It was not like her to be overly affectionate in public, but in private moment like these she felt it was okay, it was safe away from judgmental eyes. His playful words bring a soft chuckle to tumble out and she would lift herself upwards on her tip toes, giving him a gentle kiss on his own cheek. She would move herself closer into him, needing to stay this close. All such nightmares she had that night were slowly fading away as she continued to remain serene, such a very rare state for her to be in.

As she gently scolded him for allowing her to stay asleep when he was in this state she noticed a unique appearance on his face. Not once had she seen a shadow of a simper appear, this particular gesture new and yet good all the same. His answer caused the girl to give him a sad simper of her own. Not once had she been able to actually watch the sunrise appear. As a little girl she was occasionally knocked out before the sun rose, or she was fast asleep waking up later within the day. There were times when Tobias would wake her up hours before dawn would crack, demanding from the sleeping and tired girl his need for food. She would help him find the sweets Tetradore would hide around the kitchen or the Ark, leaving him to chow down his prize as she returned to bed before she had to wake up and fix everyone their breakfast. The sound of his baritone voice sounded so very sweet and kind, so unusual from his typical speech manner that she was slowly adjusting to it. Gently she would have her voice sound playful as she provided him her own answer as to why he was up during sunrises.

"I've never stayed awake long enough to see, but you always are up at odd hours. I don't know why you wake up at odd hours, but I know every now and then you ask me to get you food before the crack of dawn."

It did not bother her that his other side would wake her up in need for food. Deep down it felt good to be wanted or at least needed. She hoped it did not hurt his feelings that she mentioned what his other half was up to sometimes. A small grin appeared as she nodded her head, pulling some of her golden-brown curls out from her eyes and behind her ear, when the wind attempted to pull her locks away.

"Yes, I asked you once if you wanted pajamas and you said no. I'm not sure why, but they are quite comfortable."

When he takes a step back the girl turns for a moment unsure with what he was up to. Seeing his faint smile she nodded her head, watching as he began to take the blanket from her, watching as he placed it gently on the deck. As he sits himself down and extends his arm, she gingerly took his hand into her own allowing herself to sit down. Quietly she sat beside him allowing her shoulder to press into his own, still naturally wanting that close touch. Her brows furrowed when she heard his voice tighten, and she quickly took her hand into her own, squeezing it reassuringly. Her thumb would press gently and rub at the top of his hand, an attempt to comfort him. She understood these moments were fleeting and special, and she would do whatever she could to make him happy and feel comfortable. This was his moment and she didn't want anything to ruin it. Softly she speaks honestly her mind racing in the back of her mind as she attempted to figure out what questions to ask.

"There are so many questions that I don't know where to begin."

For a moment she looks over at the horizon her mind buzzing as she tore through the questions she wanted to ask. She had no idea where to begin or what to start. She didn't even known if her questions would be answered unless his other side come. Even if he did come it would be okay. She loved his two sides, each one special, each one creating the man she fell in love with. There was no spell he casted upon her. There was no magic or some sort of false luck. She loved him, as he was, faults and all. Keeping her hand locked with his own she looked up at him, giving him a sad small smile as she gently and slowly asked her questions.

"Do you...when you are in there, do you see, do you know what your other side does? When you are like this, does he see and know too? Is there anything I could do, to help you both...to ease these switch times?"

For a moment she allowed a comfortable pause between them. It was not fair if she asked him when he might have questions for her. Gently she chirped in letting him know that this would not be a one way conversation, that he could participate too.

"You do know you can ask me any questions to."

Raven Clocksworth.