Devon hadn't been expecting the arm around her and the warmth of Alastor's cloak. She was certain her face was red as a tomato at that point, so she thanked the blessed darkness once more. She knew it was hardly professional to have a crush — a bloody crush, and at her age! — on her boss, but Dev just couldn't help herself. Alastor had enough appeal as it was, but then there was the fact that Devon knew what a skilled Auror he was, and she found the combination damn near irresistible.
"Just thirty minutes," she reminded him, shuffling closer and letting her head rest lightly against his shoulder. "I'm taking second watch so you can get some rest too. Promise?" Even as she spoke, Devon's eyes started to shut and she felt her body relax.