Caroline wasn’t sure precisely which of the things to start with first but she knew she could figure that out. Something small and work her way up to the bigger things. Now wasn’t the time to really try and think of which one to devote all of her time to though, not with how much of a mess her head was and how exhausted she felt. After she got some sleep she would manage to do all of that, but at the moment she didn’t think it’d be a good idea for her to try and force the solutions to come.
Klaus’ fingers in her hair, being able to feel his thigh beneath her cheek, to smell him and know he was there with her brought her some sort of peace, an ability to at least let down all the walls she’d been forcing up to try and remain awake. She didn’t even mean to close her eyes, definitely didn’t mean to fall asleep on him, but in the end she couldn’t help it. He was there and fighting against her own exhaustion was a battle she’d inevitably lose and didn’t really care to win.
Caroline knew he’d take care of her and that she’d figure out what all to do to climb out of the bottom she’d fallen headfirst into. It wouldn’t be an easy fix, it’d be long and hard and she’d probably stumble along the way, but the insecurities that had been bombarding her and latching onto her had at least started to be chipped at by the fact that he’d done all he could to come and find her. She held onto him even in her sleep, needing to keep him close, to know he was there and that she hadn’t dreamed it all into existence.