Eames is glad he didn't just go to sleep, and he slips out of his bed, nodding. "Thank you, Alexander."

He hurries to change into something presentable, forcing boots over his tired feet. They cleaned him off pretty well, but his hair is still sticking up with sweat. But he's not taking the time to fix it, worried he'll miss his window to visit her.

He acts casual as he walks to her room. If you look like you're doing what you're supposed to, people won't stop you. Sneaking has never helped him as much as blending in.

He reaches her door and slips in without knocking, shutting the door gently behind him. "Rose?" he whispers, not wanting to wake her if she's asleep.