Jube felt her cheeks heat up at the contact, blessing the darkness for hiding her perplexing embarrassment. She wanted to say something, anything, but she didn't. She was afraid it would break the spell and send her hurtling into wakefulness, with the red lines of guitar strings she had inevitably fallen asleep against imprinted into her cheek, erasing this beautiful dream from reality forever. And so she rode with Richard in silence, taking comfort in the warmth of his body against hers.