People weren't made to live through -- no. That path brought her to sour thoughts. Heartache. So much so that it threatened the precarious sense of peace that had until now pervaded the moment: the kind that comes only at rare times, where a moment of mutual surrender was shared with someone.

Selfishly, she wanted to let sleep take hold. If they slept, then she could pretend like the peace had never been disturbed by the crystalline understanding that his 'gift' was likely an ungenerous one. It took from him -- that's what she understood (feeling her by instinct) from what he said.

"So we will both of us be a little more careful from hereon in," she vowed. As though his transient pain was about as unacceptable to her as scars or bruises or wounds that would be harder to heal.