"Never?" Sookie asks, sitting up straight and leaning forward for a better look at Will's expression. She raises a hand, fingers shallowly weaving through his curls before she traces the touch further down to his cheek, thumb brushing along the shadow under his eyes. She's always assumed that his appearance was weathered by fatigue, but realizing that a lack of sleep also contributes worries Sookie. "I guess I can understand how hard it is to sleep given what you do. But you need some time to just get away from it. I know there's no pulling you away from what you want to do with your life, but when do you ever do something that's just for you?"

Her lips quirk up at the corner. "Maybe with the dogs you had back home, huh?"