Whatever had come over her, Tiberius was not so concerned that he would press the matter after she refused to tell him. Really, concerned was the wrong word entirely; it would be a stretch to say he was even befuddled by it, since that implied a certain degree of caring. If he had been able to ignore her emotional status entirely for the weekend, he doubtless would have chosen to do so, but as it was he was stuck in the same room with her for however many hours and had to loiter in this strange atmosphere she was exuding. Being near her was like being on the edge of a cloud of some sort of gas and being able to tell that there was an odor, but not what it was or what was causing it. It was annoying, but at this hour he determined it didn't merit further investigation.

He did, however, slowly but firmly pull the sheets back towards his side of the bed when she rudely yanked them off.