A greater sense of relief hits him once they are back inside her space, with the echoes in his head ones that are already familiar even after only a little more than a day.

"I will let you do that."

One of his shoulders is itching, from the sunburn, and he idly scratches at his skin before wandering towards the bed - arranging himself 'gracefully' atop the blankets, watching her. He figures it would be best, if he stays out of her way.

Also, the heat (and having to use his mind so much) has made lounging a true front-runner in this race.