[She takes the blanket and then just stands there a moment with a peculiar look of defeated resignation on her face. She stares at the blanket and her own hand like somehow it's betrayed her, because she hadn't thought this all the way through. It was silly.

She rests one knee against the bed and pulls the blanket up to drape over him more, but stops short of actually tucking him in. Instead she tosses the rest of the blanket over his face, smiling just slightly in the barest hint of moonlight offered.]

You should go to sleep. You're going to have a hangover in the morning. [And then, because she hadn't thought to ask before, she leans down some, bracing one hand against the mattress, and picks the corner of the blanket up to peer under it at him, curious] Why were you drinking so much tonight anyhow?