Hazel wrinkles her face, finishing up the last bits of her donut, but she doesn't move to look at him. She's too comfortable where she is, and it's not like there are any sounds or people distorting her words. If anything, without food as a distraction, she finds herself unconsciously moving to get even more situated against him. "I already told you, I'm not leaving. I'm awake now."

Right on cue, a yawn threatens, but she slams her teeth together to stop her mouth from opening. "I'll sleep later."