"Hey, that's alright. I don't mind," he said with another small yawn, fully awake now as she began speaking. A concerned look crossed his features, that was probably lost in the dark of the room, as Hannah relayed her mind was too busy to let her sleep. He opened his mouth to suggest making her some chamomile tea, or perhaps some lavender, but shut it again just as quickly as she made her request.
He couldn't help the small smile that twitched at the corners of his lips as she finally asked, and without thinking much of it, he pulled himself out of bed and made his way out of their bedroom and into his small office. After a bit of rummaging in his usually locked desk, he returned with a small vial and sat it next to her on the nightstand.