"...Fall for what, Sam? What do you mean?" Her brow furrows in both confusion and concern, and Jess makes a reasonable attempt to blink the sleep away. Sort of. There's still a healthy amount of squinting and blinking as she props herself up on an elbow to get a better look at both Sam and Gabriel.

To say that Sam felt tense next to her would be a little bit of an understatement. She reaches over to brush a few strands of his mop of hair away from his face. "I was hoping you might have slept better," she murmurs, the idea in mind that he'd had a nightmare or his internal healing had bothered him.