He watched her crawl into the bed, at least thankful she was doing that much. Sitting down on the floor beside the bed, he rested his chin on his knees and closed his eyes. Though he knew that Isobel likely wouldn't sleep well through the night, she would at least be resting. And if he stayed there, he could ensure that she wasn't wandering off to drink herself into black oblivion.
Though he nodded off on occasion, he stayed largely awake there on the floor. He was silent and alert, a skinny little guard dog that she probably should have traded in for a new one. But for the time being, he would do just fine.