[ Her hand is already there, meeting his halfway. She gives him a little squeeze as her fingers tangle with his. ]

Better safe than sorry. [ It's a grim sort of joke when she goes on: ] Being dead would probably be a damper on our sex lives too.

[ A heavy exhale. Her whole body feels tired, but tense at the same time — filled with a restless energy she can't quite let go of, while some unknown danger is still out there somewhere, beyond her sight. There's not much else to do about it now, but it's still hard to settle down anyway. It's half-absent when she asks aloud: ]

You think we're safe enough to rest a while?