She rubbed over his back again, not commenting... just rested her cheek on his hair. After a minute, she did something, cradling him up against her, and sat down onto some soft surface that hadn't been there, settling him onto her lap so he could relax better and not have to try supporting himself.

She'd shifted their location; she could do that, it was her dream here, after all, wasn't it? No longer were they standing in the main hallway, but sitting on the edge of what seemed to be a bed, thick and soft, a lowly-burning fireplace flickering in the room, lending a bit of extra warmth. It felt a bit cozier in the quarters, at any rate. More comfortable.

She didn't speak, though, just let him have whatever time he needed....