There's a faint twinge of concern at the back of her mind upon hearing that 'tired' comment. She'd (finally) left him alone last night because he'd seemed to be okay - enough so that even an active attempt to heal him only resulted in her affinity's equivalent of a shrug and a 'nothing to see here.' She's pretty confident that his injuries are fully healed… but okay, maybe he was awake most of the night, or maybe he just needs a bit more rest than usual before he's officially recovered. Considering the shape he was in yesterday, she couldn't really blame him.

He's not lying about it being cosy, either. Intellectually, she knows the whole boyfriend/girlfriend thing is just semantics. It doesn't really change anything. Maybe that's why it doesn't feel as weird as she thought it would. Or maybe the weird is saving itself for later.

Fine. The weird can wait. The warding, however, is just a bit more pressing. "If only we didn't have to worry about a frigging monster trying to get into our building," she says, reaching out to brush her fingertips through his hair, neatening (actually neatening) a bit that's gotten mussed just above his temple. Then, she pushes herself up into a sitting position and announces, "I'm gonna ward your window. Do you mind?"