Olivia was up for a while longer than Shawn, but she didn't move or make a sound. Instead she lay there with her eyes closed, listening to his breathing and the beating of his heart. She was hyper-aware of any part of her body that touched his. Shawn was warm. His presence was a comfort, a beacon of light drawing her in from a sea of loneliness, a dark storm of haunting memories. As she lay there in his arms she pondered some things. If the two of them had met before the infection, what would have happened? Would they be friends? Perhaps they might have a relationship more akin to siblings. Maybe they would have eventually wound up lovers as they were now. Or maybe they would have simply been strangers passing by. Whatever could have happened in the past did not matter, and there was no reason to really dwell on it. What mattered was that she had Shawn in the here and now. He was hers, and she was his. She didn't have to worry about being lonely anymore because, despite how she had often told herself she wasn't, Olivia had been very, terribly lonely. Of course she could have found a group to join, but after what had happened to her that one time she had no desire to put herself at the mercy of others should they ever suddenly on her or each other.

Eventually the lullaby created by the gentle river waves and the beating of Shawn's heart carried Olivia off into a deep sleep. Come morning's light she started to stir, awakened from her dreams by Shawn's gentle affection. She yawned and rubbed her eyes to clear them of sleep before nuzzling her face into the crook of his neck once more. "Morning," she greeted. Her voice was still heavy with sleep, but there was a note of happiness there nonetheless. Olivia kissed his neck and hugged him tightly before asking, "How did you sleep last night?"