Sleep takes hold of Karen just as quickly as it does him. She dreams of she and Frank back home, the way things could be there. As the warmth of his breath and the tingle of his touch pulls her from her dreams and into a drowsy alertness, she realizes the reality of being with him here is better than any stretch of her imagination. It's easy to pretend to still be sleeping for a while longer, shifting slightly to move against him.

That's when she feels him pressed up against her in a way that hasn't happened before, and the realization makes her softly sigh. Her hand moves to rest against his hip, sliding down to his thigh. Whatever wariness he might have initially had when they started this sleeping arrangement, it seems to be gone now. He seems...happy. Like he doesn't have any weight at all resting on his shoulders.

"Morning," she whispers, leg moving a fraction. If his body's responding to her closeness, does that mean he can feel things again? It's not like she's really coherent enough to bluntly ask. It's not like she minds, but this definitely has the potential to become awkward fast depending on his reaction.