Stomach full, comfortable and safe for the first time in weeks, she caught herself zoning out again, watching him move around the kitchen with only a vague awareness. When he spoke again she started, bumping against the table. She put a hand over her heart to try to slow its rapid beating, and slowly, dazedly shook her head.
The couch seemed to cradle her, encouraging her to relax, though her thoughts still whirled madly. She managed to lift one hand, and beckoned to Derek, wondering if he would come and sit with her, maybe let her lean against his side a little.
He was a little amused when she ran into the table, his eyes lighting up. He didn’t think he would scare her, but figured she was probably tired and needed her rest. His head tilted when she asked him to come over, hesitant to join her at first.
He did so anyways, walking to the couch and sitting next to her. “What is it? Is something wrong?” He figured she needed something. “I can get a bath ready for you, if that’s what you want?”
With a slight, happy sigh, she leaned over and rested her head on his shoulder. It took a little wriggling before she was comfortable, and then she closed her eyes and radiated general contentment at him.