He succeeds in that, prompting a short burst of soft laughter. And she doesn't mind that hand in her hair either, and takes advantage of the way they ended up to nuzzle against his neck.

"Not yet, but I might. It's kinda homey." The words are light even if the meaning isn't. After everything that happened in the prison she has trouble thinking of it with anything but pain anymore, so it's been a while since she's had a physical structure to call home. Wandering doesn't do much for her, whether from place to place or person to person. The stability of this moment, mattress dips notwithstanding, means more to her than she can say.