Oh, I plan to. I feel like I could sleep for a year.

Her happiness is as plain as day to him and it makes him feel good too, that he can cheer her up so much when she was feeling so despondent earlier. He strokes his hand over his arm again, squeezing her a little, feeling very comfortable with this embrace thing they've got going on.

(Hercules is a tactile man. Always has been. It's mostly the military training that's knocked it out of him, but even with that, he's still likely to bump shoulders with you or clap you on the arm or something. This is just an extension of that.)

Goodnight, Gipsy. I'll come see you when you're feeling better.