“How about something warm? It will will help you sleep.”
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“It should not be my rest you should worry about.” She commented quite quickly; of course a nod to the fact that Beau did not share her sleepless nights alone. Oftentimes the other would stay awake, labouring over something she kept close to her; something Beau watched from a distance more times than not, simply for the sake of wishing to give her space; alone time, as people called it.
The query from the other did open up some possibilities, however. Of all the things she had attempted to adapt to, a good sleeping pattern for the sake of the other’s health had proven most difficult. Stubborn, she was; always looking out for others but never considering that were she not in good health herself, she could help none. Beau could say she was guilty of the same, but she did not need such sustenance, but rather indulged in the hope that she would follow suit.
This was no exception to the rule, of course.
“Perhaps we can make that cocoa -- you’ve some cubes of the chocolate you like left in your fridge. That, and some blankets.” They were warm things, but perhaps the biggest indication of the woman’s commitment was the fact that she reached over to the coach and once again donned the sweater she had been gifted previously. It, of course, served no purpose; it did not warm her at all -- but the sentiment was enough.
“Maybe we can rest tonight.” She nodded, but not before adding. “Both of us.”