There could be no other answer to that than another kiss, and another, while lethargy seeped through her body and relaxed every limb. “Sleep,” she murmured between kisses. “Rest, my knight.”
He pulled out of her with a grunt and then collapsed down beside her, immediately wrapping his arms around her once more as his head returned to lay on her chest. Smiling into the kiss, he nuzzled their noses together. “Goodnight, my fiery-haired maiden.”
She was surprised to discover, when she woke the next morning to dawnlight coming in the windows, just how well she had slept. They had drifted apart somewhat during the night, but she snuggled close to Isaac again and whispered, “Wake, my knight.”