And she definitely meant that, which made him smile, just a little, reaching out an almost-hesitant hand to pet over her hair gently, tucking it behind her ear and leaning in to press a kiss to her temple before he said: "Get some rest. We've still got a couple hours until our first stop, and I know passing out because of painkillers isn't the same thing as actual sleep."

That was definitely the voice of experience, though in his case it was generally less passing out from painkillers as it was just throwing himself into the deepest, shortest healing trance he could afford.