At his mention of rest, she nodded slightly. It was getting late. She figured he wouldn't want to stay with her in the same room, instead leaving her for the night. As much as she wanted to stay with him, she was trying to convince herself this would be a good thing. Nightmares haunted her, causing restless nights and broken sleep. She didn't fear it as much as she once had, but she still didn't look forward to it.
Despite this, as he played with her hair and rubbed her back she became more sleepy, closing her eyes as she was unable to hide another yawn. Not realizing she was doing it - she had begun to lean on him to keep herself steady, still refusing to admit she was tired. Eventually she mumbled, "I hope tomorrow is even half as good as today has been."