Ted keeps stroking her hair softly, watching her. As she starts to drift off, the sadness seems to fade from her expression into something more peaceful, and he's tempted to just take a nap right next to her himself. But no, he does need to get going.

He waits until he hopes she's deep enough asleep not to notice too badly when he moves. He carefully slips away, kissing her forehead before he gets out of bed. "I'll be back later," he whispers reassuringly, to make sure she doesn't worry at him being gone.