Hale chuckles, kissing her hair.
"I don't like mornings." Sarah mumbled.
"Even if those mornings get to be spent with me? And remember, you said you'd try helping Rokkel find someone. It'll get her away from us a bit and hopefully make her more level-headed," Hale says.
Sarah sighed. "Fine, fine. I still don't like waking up."
Hale chuckles, kissing her cheek. "Sorry."
"Waking up is a bad ending to good dreams." Sarah murmured, sitting up.
"I said sorry," Hale says, smiling faintly.
"I heard." Sarah flashed him a small smile.
Hale kisses her cheek.
"It's alright Hale." Sarah murmured. "I don't mind...because I'm with you."
Hale chuckles. "Is that so?"
"Only just barely." Sarah got up and stretched, grabbing a house coat.
"Ouch." Hale smiles, dressing in dark blue jeans and a black T-shirt.
Sarah went into the bathroom to get a shower.
Hale sighs, opening the door just enough to look out into the living room and frowning at the absence of the Native American girl. He wouldn't admit it, but he was getting really worried about her. Sarah's more important, though...
It wasn't long before Sarah was moving about the kitchen, cooking breakfast. "I have a question Hale..."
"Alright. I'm listening," Hale says, sitting on the couch, occasionally fidgetting nervously.