Sleep is beginning to creep about the edges of her consciousness, but she's still aware of his gaze. That used to make her self-conscious too, how he'd study her face like this when they went to bed, but no longer. At the question, she opens her eyes slowly and tips her head to look over at him a bit sleepily, lids fluttering a little at the reactor's light. She thinks he probably didn't mean to say that, but at the same time she can't really deny in her sleepy state that it would be nice to be held. They were liable to end up cuddling sometime during the night regardless. "Okay," she murmurs with a tiny nod, waiting for him to make the first move.