Theodore was grateful to her, more than he could express. He had been unlucky in that he'd lost both of his parents relatively young, but he was very lucky in that he'd always had people around who cared about his wellbeing while he grieved, and afterward. He still had family alive, and he had very good friends. He would not take that for granted.
"I think that would be a good idea," he said, although he hadn't the faintest idea whether he would be able to sleep. He did not entirely feel secure in the wards on his home now, but he knew logically that if the attackers had wanted him dead, he would be dead already. Nevertheless, as tired as he was, his mind was probably too restless for sleep. Lying down beside her did sound very good to him, though.