Stella isn't used to being told what to do, but all the same she lets Peggy take her hands and draw her to her feet — carefully, wincing a little bit as the movement pulls at bruised muscles in her side. She hears the first bit, and knows she'll be lucky to get a whole night's worth of uninterrupted sleep, really; but then the I'm coming with you hits her and she looks at Peggy, arches her brows.

"I don't think that's really necessary," she says, but there's so little fight in her tone it sounds more like are you sure? than I'd rather not. She knows Peggy doesn't mean anything more than platonic by it, that she only means to sleep with her in the literal sense, or maybe just to keep an eye on her while she rests — and it's been a long time since anyone just shared a bed with her. Long enough that thinking of this feels a little awkward.

But at the same time, even at home, Stella sometimes found herself tired of sleeping alone. And maybe right now she could use the comfort, even if she won't admit to it.