By the time they got there, Anne was in a haze of fatigue, and everything was in monochrome, even the edges of her own sleeves and Trenton's eyes watching her. She gave him a grateful butterfly kiss of her lashes against his temple as she touched her cheek to his, and then she curled into the bed as if it was her own, automatically stretching long and then rolling over onto her side, hair fanning out on the pillow as she sank down into sleep.