[That doesn't really address her concern about sleeping, but he's settled down from busywork, and unless he plans on sitting in the darkness and staring at her, there's not much else to do than sleep, so she lets it drop and she shakes her head,]

Never mind.

[Awkward. They sit in silence for a few more ticks before she gestures to the blankets, the arrangement of them clearly set out like a bed for two, her voice taking on the tired, but familiar diplomatic tilt that happens when she's discussing plans.]

This seemed like the most logical arrangement. Once we're both settled, the blankets should insulate the heat our bodies produce.

[The description is clinical in formality. Survival is key, after all.]