[Oh, very clever, and she's enough energy to sneer at him. That barely lasts, though. The moment he leaves, she slumps back, one hand covering her eyes. She's still shivering, and the room seems both too small and too big, lonely in its emptiness. She's a little desperate for him to return, but she won't be needy. She's already been too emotional in reaching for him; she won't humiliate herself further.
Instead she gets up, throwing open a window and reaching for a bathrobe. By the time he returns, she's turned on a few lamps, because she knows she won't get back to sleep for ages. And apparently he hasn't been sleeping at all, but just watching her, so he ought to have no objections.]
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Instead she gets up, throwing open a window and reaching for a bathrobe. By the time he returns, she's turned on a few lamps, because she knows she won't get back to sleep for ages. And apparently he hasn't been sleeping at all, but just watching her, so he ought to have no objections.]