She hummed happily, wordlessly, and shifted until she could use his lap for a pillow. She seemed satisfied by just being here, though she was tired and sore and a little bit sleepy. It had been a full day's worth of work, though it had hardly felt like work at the time. "Ours," she repeated, with a little bit of marvel in her voice.
Ours, he said. And still, that quiet nagging at the back of her mind wouldn't let her leave it alone. She stared at the ceiling overhead and debated. Then she closed her eyes and debated some more. And then finally, she looked up at him, craning her neck a little to do it.
"Why do you not stay with me at night?" she asked at last.