That soft had running across his chest was enough to stir him awake. A smile crossed Erron's lips before hie eyes eased open. His hand caught hers and he gave it a gentle squeeze.

"Mornin', Dalrin."

He didn't have to ask if she slept well. The few times he had woken up in the night out of force of habit, she'd been sleeping blissfully, warm body pressed against his. Satisfied that she was satisfied, he'd drifted quickly back to sleep every time.

He pulled that hand up to his lips and gave it a few soft kisses. She wasn't the only one indulging in being close to someone.