Bobbie has no intention of disturbing Chrisjen - the woman clearly needs her rest, and she’s going to get it. She gently slides Chrisjen’s handheld away from her and sets it aside on the table, smiling to herself at the irony - all the arguing Chrisjen had done, insisting she couldn’t possibly find time to rest with everything going on, and in the end she’d only exhausted herself further.

Bobbie will do everything in her power to ensure that one day, this war will be over - but for now, she thinks as Chrisjen's head settles against Bobbie’s chest, hair ever so slightly mussed - she’ll take what she can get.