"I know," she promises. She doesn't distrust him or doubt him at all, and she reaches out to touch his cheek lightly.

"All you have to do, is exactly what you've been doing." Just being himself, no one else. James, as he is, is who she's falling in love with.

Her forehead presses to his, nose grazing along his for a moment.

"I shouldn't keep you," she murmurs. "And maybe, thanks to you, I'm a little drowsy now."