Yawning just a little, Tracey began to undo her robe, letting it slide off before she set it aside. She wore only her knickers and bra underneath it, and she was really too tired even to grab one of his shirts to wear, so instead she just smiled at him and slipped into bed next to him. Turning to face him on her side, Tracey curled up closer, giving a soft sigh as her hand brushed over his undershirt. "Love you," she said softly. "There's been so much... death, and pain. I'm just glad we're both alive."