Like mother, like son, I suppose.

[The smile he responds with makes hers even warmer.]

I simply cannot seem to quiet my thoughts tonight. It seemed pointless to stay in bed when I was lying there so very awake, so here I am, seeking to clear my mind.

[The night's most persistent thoughts are nothing that should keep him awake as well. She would sooner attempt to help him sleep, or at least pass some time with him until he feels sleep is more likely. She gestures to the ground by the well in the center of the garden.]

Would you like to sit with me?