Connor smiled as she slept, appearing comfortable. He looked back to the computer, a cup of coffee next to him, and he had reluctantly put his glasses on, looking through random pages and making notes, right up until Elizabeth woke, and went about her morning ritually as he saw it. 

He leaned back against the chair, watching her heat up the blood and go about as if nothing had happened. He continued to watch her, bemused. "So, 1695?" He asked, as if birthing had happened, his voice was soft and quite and he tried to keep it even, although he was still troubled by his dreams. 

"It's nice to see you know the microwave. I was fearful I'd have to spend a well teaching you everything again" he said, closing his laptop, and takin his glasses off, rubbing his eyes, which were lined with shadows