There was a little bit of disappointment in Ivar, but really, he hadn't been hoping for what was essentially a miracle here. She'd done her best. Her hair, usually so prim and proper, was tousled from laying on the pillow. He reached over and tucked a bit of it behind her ear. "Thank you for trying."

He lays back down, staring up at the ceiling. "Do you mind if I sleep here tonight?" He was too tired to consider dragging himself all the way back to his own floor. He also didn't even fully consider, in his sleepy state, the implications of actually sleeping with her beside him this time instead of just watching over Letha.