Victoire definitely wasn't in the mood for anything like that, but she didn't know how to tell him why she really wanted him there. Her stubborn pride kept her from telling him that it was lonely without him and that she wanted someone to hold her. Him to hold her. She didn't like feeling like she needed him. She was otherwise so strong and independent, but in his own way, he kept her strong.
She gave a small nod, followed by a yawn as though further elaborating. She'd already changed into comfortable sweats for the night and she climbed onto the bed, beckoning for him to join her. "Come here," she said finally.