Calliope did indeed move over to let him into the bed - after all, she would not have suggested sharing if she was not willing to share. She was unaware of Alexander seeing her as a woman - and had she known, she would have been conflicted. It was what she wanted, for him to not see her as a child anymore, but at the same time, so much had changed in the past few hours that she was not sure she could handle anything else changing. Not only that... she was unsure how she felt about Alexander, beyond wanting him to notice that she had grown. Moving sluggishly, she then slipped under the covers, shivering a bit. Her eyes fluttered closed, and she soon fell into a deep sleep. The events of the day had taken their toll on her; it was a wonder she had been able to do as well as she had.

As the night wore on, she cuddled closer to the man's warm body. She had no idea she was doing such, but something in her dreams or otherwise seemed to move her closer to him. He was strong, and warm, and the only comfort she had right now. Her head found it's way from the pillow to his shoulder. There she slept, unless Alexander pushed her away, her body at peace for the time being.