Well this conversation kept twisting and turning in quite unexpected ways. Part of her wanted to be frustrated by that choice, she'd never so much as breathed a word to anyone else and sometimes she wanted to combust for the chance to simply talk with an uninvolved third party, to see what it looked like from the outside, but she couldn't dare- not even Lucinda who knew.

But it was for that same reason she supposed she couldn't really blame him. At least he had friends he could talk to, Miss Delaney included, apparently. He'd been vague, admitting to her existence without giving her name, so it was fine. "Well that explains it then." She chuckled halfheartedly and it slowly turned into a yawn.

"I should go, I'll fall asleep soon." Unlikely, as she had a lot to go home and process, but that was better to be done on her own. He very obviously needed some rest and if she stayed too much longer, she would fall asleep, lulled by his presence and they couldn't run that risk again. Reluctantly, she sat back up, stretching out her tired limbs and climbed off the bed. Leaning back down, she kissed him softly. "Sleep well, Love."