When she felt him shift, the subtle change in his breathing as he awoke, she wished she could see his face, see just what it was he was thinking. He had slept soundly through the night, and she had to wonder just how long it had been since he had done so.

She could have said something, let him know that she was awake. But she heard that half-covered-up sniffle and decided to let him save his pride. Instead, she only shifted as if starting to awaken, moving in close enough to close the distance between them and let her forehead rest against his chest, breathing in the scent she'd come to associate with warmth and companionship -- and a bit of a crazy -- but mostly just Sasuke.