The stress of the last few days had started to finally melt away. She could feel it in the release of tension in her shoulders, in the set of her jaw, and she was grateful. Having Hadrian safe and well was everything she could ask for, it was worth the sleepless nights now. "Not at all," it was the truth and not said to make him feel bad. There hadn't been anything he could have done about it. Short of the night when somebody had finally slipped something into her wine at dinner to finally get her to sleep, she had been fretful and pacing. He didn't need to know how bad she'd been; he could probably guess, but she didn't want him to worry about it now. Everything was done and over.

"Looking forward to it tonight," she hummed out as she relaxed into him, stretching out and snuggling in so that as much of her was touching him as possible. She tangled her fingers into his and finally felt like she could breathe again.