Vesna had smiled as she watched him quickly fall asleep, the firelight dancing on his thick black beard and hair. Then she had gotten back to work. These were the jobs she had put off after Garanth had returned so injured, mountains of paperwork and assignments and reports of thousands of sleeper agents in all manner of countries and places. She had to vet each one, decide on a course of action and then reply to the agent as well as informing her quartermasters of their new duties. It was tiresome and intricate work that she usually didnt let pile up so much but she had ignored it to focus on Garanth's ambush. It was well into the middle of the night before she was finished and the last report package had been taken by a servant. 

She leant back in her chair, stretching tentatively as her muscles bounced and tinged after such a long period of stillness. She sighed heavily and looked over at the still asleep dwarf in her armchair. He was moving slightly, she recognised his dreaming motions, she had seen them before many times. It had taken a while before waking him hadn't had her defending against wild and panicked attacks and fists. So, gently, she went over to him, brushing his hair with her fingers in the precise manner she had found that worked to soothe him and wake him at the same time.