Multiple microsleeps, didn't sound very resting at all. Sarah made a soft sound murmured in her throat when Miguel collapsed, at least it was on the bed. She wouldn't bother with his suit, but she did carefully move him into a better position in the middle of the bed. Grateful that he was a woman, because he was a good bit lighter.
She sat close enough to his head so that she could stroke his hair, while she read over old notes she'd made about useful spells. And kept track of just how long he slept.