He seems reluctant to move more than a foot or two away from her, but shifts quietly to the edge of the bed and sits up, eyes closed, the tip of his tongue caught between his teeth. His breathing's still hard, chest rising and falling at a quick pace, slowing very gradually.

He can still feel a sort of burn on his skin, the high that had been clouding his head a little bit clearer now. Brushing over his forehead with the palm of one hand, he glances back over his shoulder, content (for now) just to watch her.