Vianna was absentmindedly watching her husband, though her mind was elsewhere, as he continued sleeping merrily. She was a little startled when, suddenly, he rolled onto his side and her hand slipped from his back, over the side of his waist, and onto the sheets of the bed. She smiled with amusement as he called out to her sleepily, reaching out to find her, but he was still too sleepy and disoriented to tell where exactly she was. Vianna giggled lightly, far too amused by her sleepy husband, and the hand that had once been on his back was now taking the hand on the arm he had used to reach out to her. She pulled his hand gently and led it over to her waist, so it rested there comfortably. Her hand released his own then and she placed both her hands beneath the side of her face, using them as pillows as she merely watched her sleepy husband with amusement, wondering vaguely what he'd do next in his sleepy state.