[ Air. Air sounds good, she'll take some of that. Even if when he does pull back she looks a touch flushed. And not from the ceased tears. She lets him brush them away with closed eyes, indulging once more in the gentle touch of his. But her name brings her attention forward again, and she forces them open once again. ]

I'm exhausted. [ And she is. Utterly bone-dead tired. ] You could ... Sleep here if you like. An' maybe if you don't. I think a bedmate might help me sleep better, anyway.

[ Yes, she did just affirm your staying there, Eight. ]