"The goblins are evil little devils." He joked, "They'd work a wizard to death if he were over five feet tall, what do you think they're doing to me?" Smiling at her, he leaned up and kissed her on the cheek, their customary greeting. "Don't go," he said, taking her hand gently, tugging her down to lay beside him in his sleepiness, for once disregarding the distinct walls he put up whenever he was near her for fear of pushing her away.
"What are you doing here?" He asked, sleep still fogging his brain.