{She is a deep sleeper.
Assisted by many forms of medication which fuel her poorly body.
So the touch does little, only has her shifting some in semi consciousness, her own hand moving to grace the one that ghosts over her sleeping features.
Uttering a soft hum, the blonde does not wake, merely giving the offending limb a slight slap. Oops.}
[ He laughs. But not on purpose.
It’s not loud or anything. Still, it makes him wary enough that he feels the need to escape, lest his presence be revealed. ]
“Sleep well.”
[ It’s said in a daring whisper, before he finally retreats, just barely pausing at the door frame. ]
