What he really wanted to do but he knew she wouldn't have anything to do with was sleep with her. No sex (his body was a long way away from that) but to sleep with her in his arms would be the sweetest of dreams. Instead he had to take comfort that she was at least going to return. The thought of food turned his stomach and made his throat clench but for her he'd eat a feast if she wanted him to.
Again her conflicted emotions were written across her face but he was nice enough not to call her on them. "I'll be here when you get back," he said sitting on the bed with a world weary sigh. He laid back and closed his eyes. His original intention of remaining awake until she returned was instantly gone and instead he fell into the deepest most restful sleep he'd had in thousands of years.