Dominic nodded, watching her for a moment. She LOOKED tired, and he knew he was partly to blame for that for that. Alright...mostly if not entirely to blame for that. He didn't like her being tired, particularly as she was pregnant, but he knew that following her and fussing over her now wouldn't solve anything. No, they both needed some distance, to cool things down a bit.
Since she wasn't going to use his room he decided that he would go in there and work on some paperwork that he had brought home with him. He left the door open, so that if she woke up she wouldn't think he had closed himself off from her. However, when two hours later she still had not made any signs to indicate she was awake, Dominic put away the remainder of his work and snuck into the kitchen. He could have easily called a house elf but truth be told he was procrastinating waking Hestia up, not wanting to incur her wrath or to find she was in even worse spirits than she had been when she fell asleep.
A half hour later, his options in the kitchen exhausted, he carried back a small saucer with two still warm cookies and a tall mug of milk back to the living room, sitting it on the coffee table. Perhaps he was trying to get on her good side again, but considering how unhappy she had been, was that really so wrong?
"Hestia?" He didn't shake her, but gently rested his hand on her shoulder. "Hestia, are you ready to wake up?"