Elizabeth yawned, and rested her head on Sawyer’s shoulder.
It was still dark outside, but there were only a few hours with any real sunlight and she had to turn to glance at the clock on the small table beside the bed to check the time.
“It’s nearly four in the morning…”
She wasn’t complaining, and she wasn’t shocked - it was just a factual statement, and she hadn’t really been talking to Sawyer when she mentioned it.
“You should get some sleep. I’m still not used to the fact you need more rest than I do, it’s easy to forget unless you tell me.”
Elizabeth sighed, but she made no move to lie down or go to sleep.
“It’s not like I help with that - I spend most of my time hiding in whatever room I can call mine, I can’t expect you to know the difference between me being miserable and ac
