Indeed - she'd kept close enough to him during the ominous and tumultuous night that it'd be damn near impossible for either one of them to stir without the other one getting stirred.

She shoots him a glance, nodding without nodding. They both know what to do. She's the collie and he's the shepherd - setting them up to knock them down. Not that she won't get a good hard tap to the head in when the opportunity presents itself, of course.

But whatever's going on, these are still the people they mean to protect - whether they're aware of it or not.