[She moves. He wasn't expecting her to move. His hand draws back and he looks duly contrite to be caught in the act of brushing her hair. He can't make out the growl for what it truly is, but when she turns and looks at him, the pout is clear.]

Oh...

[She's been awake. How long has she been awake? He'd know if he'd been here. His heart sinks.]

Oh.

[He nearly bites his lip, stupid old habit. Especially when he went out of his way to bandage her hand to prevent the same thing. He shifts a little to grip his arm instead.]

... I'm sorry... I thought... No, it's... I didn't want... To trick you... I just... didn't know how... else I'd hunt... And I did... really want... to help you sleep... I need food too... I couldn't... fight you for it... I'm sorry...