It shouldn't be the least bit surprising that he's awake, but the sound of her name still makes her wince. It's a good thing that he woke at the disturbance, either from her dream or her leaving the bed or who knew what; it's good that he can do his job of keeping her safe. But still, she would have rather escaped without notice.

Forcing herself to take a deep breath and smooth her expression into a calm facade, she glances back at him in the darkness, the moonlight illuminating enough of the room for her to see his outline on the bed. "I just need some air," she explains just as quietly, her tone easy and apologetic. "I'm sorry for waking you."