Lys: Exhausted and Blessed

Aithne regarded her a moment, then nodded. "It fits you." A moment later her eyes came up to the girl's and she added, "I mean, please don't misunderstand, it's just- the way you said it- it fits." she finished, hoping the girl understood. Coming from the Guttersnipe's mouth, the name became something different, better, than the word itself.

A large yawn escaped her. "Hmmmm... you're right, I do need sleep. And I'm keeping you from yours, I've just realized." She sat down on the bed, and her eyes nearly closed of their own accord. "Goodnight- and thank you, again." She said, with a smile.