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Yes, disappoint was easier to handle then regret, and Peyton would, come morning appreciate that he had done the gentlemanly thing. She would reflect on these encounters, and she would analysis, and dissect, and over think, and when she reached this point she would remember that he could have taken things farther, and had instead resisted temptation.

She would remember the hand that came to rest over her own as well. Strong and warm and so much larger then her. She spread her fingers so his could slide between them, and smiled.

A faintly nervous chuckle followed his question, and she gave the barest shake of her head before thinking better of it. She didn't want to cause him to move his head away from her own. "I'm sure. I think I'd have remembered if I did." He couldn't see her grin, but he could hear it in her voice.

How many times could Solomon make a tiny sun hunter blush in the course of a few hours? Too many. At least it was dark, it stole away a lot of the rising color he would have normally been able to see. "Really?" Hoard away all her affections? Did he mean it? Or was it light, playful banter? And if he did mean it, what did that mean?

She leaned back against him as he made himself comfortable and she felt safe and warm and content. The sheets around created a dark, private little cave that not seemed beyond that of even a closed door, and the promise of many chances to do it again gave her something concrete to look forward to.

Lazily she blinked at his question, lost in her own thoughts and quiet, comfortable pocket of deus they'd created. She didn't realize it until then, but her shoulder wasn't throbbing. It wasn't a dull, ignorable ache like it usually was. She could barely feel it. "Very well, I don't even feel it at the moment." Experimentally she attempted to flex her fingers, an answering jerk made her smile. That was a good sign.

She lay her head back against his shoulder as he moved, and a soft yawn followed his observations on painkillers. "Mmhmm. Warrick is doing a good job of fixing things, too. I can make my fingers twitch now." For a little under 48 hours after receiving the injury, it was pretty damn amazing. She remembered how quick her right hand had healed after she'd broken her fingers against Tuck's face, but somehow it hadn't been quite as impressive as this.

Giant monsters were always going to try to kill them, it was in their job description. Giant monsters, small monsters, internal demons urging you to tear your own heart out. There would always be pain and suffering, but if small little slices of happiness followed the hurt, then it was worth it.

Her voice was quiet when she spoke again, getting heavier as tiredness and exhaustion began to drag at her. "Thank you."

The blanket came up and it was the beginning of the end for the petite Sun.

"Mm, you'rs can do it too if you get hurt." Really it should have been when. Injuries were inevitable, but hopefully he managed to make it through a few months before anything serious happened to him.

That was one of the downsides of getting attached to people, she worried about them. Gnat and Lucky had been on that list for a while, ten Heidi and Taym. Now Solomon had made the list as well. At some point between the attack of the insanity titan and the initial stages of construction on their little fort, he'd managed to become important to her.

She smiled as he brushed her hair from her face.

That sigh didn't sound very happy. Tipping her head let her glance up at his profile, but it was dark and it was hard to see. Small fingers squeezed gently around his. "Maybe, it's a pretty close competition between recovery rate and shields." She sounded thoughtful, but she didn't pry. "But yeah, it'd be hard to continue protecting mankind if the soldiers enlisted for the job kept dropping dead."

Turning her head into the hollow of his throat, the tiny Sun drew a long breath before releasing it in a quiet yawn. She was definitely beginning to lose her battle with consciousness, but she was still fighting it.

She didn't want to fall asleep on him while they were still talking, it would be rude.

She giggled, faint and lazy. A sure sign of exhaustion or intoxication. Peyton didn't giggle. It wasn't her thing. "'M sorry, I think. Is getting the sleeps a bad thing after a long day?" She didn't think so. Specially not cocooned in strong arms and warm blankets. Ironic, that after two of the worst days of her career as a hunter, she was managing to get relatively undisturbed, peaceful sleep. Excusing the late hours at which she actually gave in to the sleeps, as Sol called them.

"Sleep is good," she reminded him, smiling against the warmth of his throat before pressing her face just a little closer, almost nuzzling into him. Any following yawns would come out muffled, hot against his skin.

That was better. No more worrisome tone to his voice. She hummed her agreement as he shifted his arm more comfortably around her, she rubbed her thumb against the side of his hand in slow, lazy strokes that got progressively more sluggish as seconds ticked on until they slowed to a sleepy stop.

She could feel his pulse against her cheek, strong and rhythmic, and he was warm, and and comforting. Grogginess was winning, and Peyton was sinking fast. Her breathing was evening out, small frame relaxing even further against him.

But before she had completely passed out she did mange one soft, barely audible "Good night, Sol."