Her eyes keep closing, her voice trailing off.
"Do you wish to return to your dorm?" he asks, drawing a finger down her cheek so that she opens her eyes. She is warm and soft against him and he has no wish for her to move.
"Hmmm," she murmurs. He does not find this an adequate answer but does not wish to disturb her.
She shifts closer to him, her head nestled in the curve of his shoulder and her toes trailing up his calf.
Her weight cuts off the circulation to his arm. It is logical, he has lower blood pressure than humans. He does not move. Her breathing deepens. He does not wake her.