Clint joined her not only with the obligatory water bottle but also a few plain crackers on a napkin that he placed on her bedside table, in case she would get hungry in the middle of the night and her stomach maybe still needed a little rest. Standing on her bedside for a moment, he carefully reached out to push her hair back from her face and rest his fingers against her cheek tenderly.

"Thank you for your patience, Nat", he murmured, his voice thick from returning exhaustion, but at least he didn't feel as drained as in the bathroom. A few hours of rest should make them both fit soon enough.

He wasn't sure if she would be comfortable with too much closeness right now, so he settled on his back when he laid down beside her and just stared at her slender, curled up form from behind for a while. With her hair still a little untidy, she looked not unlike their little visitor, he found with the smallest of smiles.

Only without fleas, and that thought at least made him chuckle.