[He observes the change in her expression with interest, then weaves his fingers loosely through hers, bouncing their joined hands lightly from side to side, softly playful.]

When we're done here, do you want to build a pillow castle. We'll make you a crown and everything; you'll be Queen of the world.

[He can't think of a better way to spend a sleepless night like this, two frightened children in a strange, dark city. Playing games. Creating worlds. It's all he was ever made for, building towers and pretending at adulthood.

He leans towards her more, touching his nose to hers.]

And I can play knight or dragon. Up to you.