Well, that certainly reassured her a bit. A dream about her was a good a reason as any to pull her in for a snuggle like that. "A good dream, I hope?" She asked teasingly.

Once dried, Fallon retracted herself from his grasp and sat on the edge of the bed. After nearly forty-eight hours of activity, she was exhausted and too weary to continue standing. Now, the only thing keeping her awake was the minor adrenaline rush waking Jesse had provided. "The water was entirely necessary," she laughed, feeling not the least bit guilty about it. "I even climbed onto your back and you did not wake. Just curled into me like I was a warm pillow."