"No."

He licks his thumb and gently takes her chin, swipes at the ink stain before he tilts her face up so he can lean down and kiss her. The early sunlight is soft around her. Rosana is out here as well, curled up on the sofa. She doesn't lift her her head but her ears turn toward them.

"You should try to get back to sleep. All of this," whatever is spread out across her desk, "it will keep."