Merope was coming more dependant than before, her need for him was much greater as she could barely stand being alone now. Easily, she moved so she was closer but it didn't seem to be for the reasons she thought herself. Merope found herself needing to be somewhere that Jonathan could protect her. As she finally rested, her eyes closed and she moved her hand into his hair, stroking the side of his ebony soaked hair.
"I.." She frowned. "I love your voice." She sighed, her body beginning to relax to a small extent.