She snorts — it's an amusing quip — and glances back at the pillows, expression neutral. Part of her wants to make a quip about him getting her into bed, because it seems like just the right opportunity, but she holds herself back. They're being civil, for once, and there's no need to sabotage it. It isn't like anyone else is around to raise an eyebrow at them over suddenly not arguing back and forth.

Fortescue can relate to disconcerting nightmares, and not wanting to be alone.

"All ri'," she agrees, yawning, moving back to curl up on her side. "Don't draw any mustaches on me while I'm asleep," she jokes.