It does feel a little emptier without her up against him, but no less lonely. He's used to an arrangement like this; it's comfortable and familiar. It's formulaic enough for him to get a pretty decent sleep--or what passes for decent sleep with him--even laying against the cold, unrelenting ground.

"Six--"

He chuckles, rolling his head over to actually look at her, even if it's through the corner of his eye.

"That's more than a full night's sleep fer me, mate. Ya sure?"