Her eyes are still closed, and her whole body is warm and comfortable and feels almost boneless. It takes some effort to move her right arm to wrap it around him and rest it on the back of his head, fingers sliding into his hair.

"That was amazing," she whispers.

She's drifting, her body responding to the exertion and the comfort, and she doesn't have sufficient mental cohesion to wonder if Ted might fall asleep too, much less if it's a good idea.