Logan is a familiarity here despite the sense of difference she can feel. A face, a name, a presence she can both cling to and recognize within this dream that's taken hold of her. He may not be typical good guy who knows the right thing to say at the right time or have a genuine knack when it comes to offering comfort and support to someone, but he does his best, in his own way. Sometimes.
When she looks to him, she swallows thickly, a hand coming up to brush some of her wet hair out of her face as she nods then at his suggestion for rest. Despite having been asleep, from the sounds of it, maybe it's what she needs right now. Maybe it might... help.
"Yeah. I think that might be good. Something warm, too."
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When she looks to him, she swallows thickly, a hand coming up to brush some of her wet hair out of her face as she nods then at his suggestion for rest. Despite having been asleep, from the sounds of it, maybe it's what she needs right now. Maybe it might... help.
"Yeah. I think that might be good. Something warm, too."