For a moment, instinct or fondness or stupidity or some combination of the three won out. It stood to reason, really. She put so much effort into keeping herself so tightly contained, there were bound to be places that control couldn't quite reach. This was one of them: her fingers gently carding through his hair, all easy affection, accompanied by a soft, earnest smile.

"Of course it's okay," she said, as if it were the most logical thing in this or any world. Really, from a practical standpoint, it was all that made sense. She was hardly about to turn him loose to go wandering, half-asleep, through a city he barely knew the first thing about when she had more than enough space right here. More than that, she wanted him close, too. Well, first, she wanted to get the hell out of here, maybe go scream out in the woods somewhere, find a strong drink and one of the few remaining friends she had who'd known her while Cassian was still here, before. But then she wanted him close, needed to know that he was here and safe. "Stay. As long as you need."

Just stay. Please stay please stay please stay.