He thought of all the possibilities for proof; the crumbs on her face, the sugar rush, that Ysaryn wouldn't sneak in here for cake without teasing them, but he kept it to himself, feeling her wiggle against his side and touch his arm. "Goodnight, Kire " he answered her. 

But it still took him a whole to sleep. The nervousness still didn't retreat, and every time she moved, breathed more deeply, he held his breath. He forced himself to focus on the lullaby of the waves, falling asleep at last nearly an hour later.