Darla had managed to sleep through most of the noise in the kitchen while Isandro had been gone, but by the time that he returned she wasn't sleeping deeply. Eyes closed, a slight smile on her lips, she didn't even open her eyes to look at her husband. "Come back to bed, husband," she murmured, catching his hand in hers and tugging lightly, too sleepy to want anything more than the warmth and comfort of his body next to hers again.