Shana mistook his sigh for another reason and bit her lower lip in agitation. Feeling more and more sleepy as the night wore on and the day caught up to her, she rolled over, curling up against his side and slipping an arm over his bare waist and resting her head atop his (still bared) chest. He was warm and comfortable, and her head hurt almost as much as her leg. It had been a confusing and upsetting day and Shana wondered if even falling asleep and waking up again would make any of it better. How would things feel tomorrow?

"I'm sorry I'm too stubborn, Valyn," she murmured softly, only half-aware that she was doing so, her mind slowly drifting closer to the edge of sleep and therefore not controlling the admission slipping past her lips. "I wish I could be what you wanted."