[ it's funny, how his appearance and those scars give the impression of cool indifference, opposite to the way he looks at her now. it doesn't take much for her to endear herself to someone, but it could be argued that this is just unfortunately her type.

the bed dips beneath his weight as he sits up, and she merely shifts a little to prop herself up with his pillow, chin resting on her hands. she's clearly content to lounge in bed longer; she so rarely gets to sleep in these days. ]

There's no need to thank me. I'm just happy I could help. [ it's what she does, after all. ] But if luck is what you're worried about, then... just call me, and I'll come find you instead.