"Hab' ich den Ring immer damit." The corner of her lip turns upward in the barest hint of a smirk. She yawns and pulls herself just a little closer to him. So warm... "Your translations were perfect, though." It's a vague attempt at reassuring him. Were she more attentive, she would be apologizing for leading him on that afternoon and for not telling him sooner. There will be time for embarrassment about the whole thing later, when she doesn't want to sleep.

"So tired," she mumbles after another moment.

He can try to stop her, to ask her to wait for a moment to make the tea to prevent dreaming, but it's too late. Her weight falls against him completely as she slips into first stages of sleep. Too many nights without any real rest have finally caught up with her now that she feels comfortable.