Ryder retracted his hand from Regan's. She felt warm. Too warm.
"What do you mean by sleep?" Ryder asked.
"What do you think?" Vixen cocked his head, "the last memory she had of me was when she fell asleep with me by her side-"
He pointed to Regan's hand which he had automatically caught when Ryder lightly pulled away from it. "-holding her hand."
"That is the same moment that I remember too," Vixen nodded.
'They fell asleep holding hands?' Ryder thought to himself.
'Worry about it later, right now we have to help Regan," Antonin interrupted.
"So you want me to hold her hand and pretend to or fall asleep next to her to complete the facade of me helping her?" Ryder asked.
"Correct," Vixen nodded.
"Then what happens after?" Ryder asked.
"She will be waking up in about… 11 minutes. In this case, she will up a little later," Vixen muttered. " When she wakes up, she's bound to wake you up too."
