She used to be a little more shy about telling people how she felt, about letting them know she cared. The world changed that. Some people went even more silent after everything, but Beth never did and she's glad that Derek isn't shy about telling her how he feels. She likes hearing the words even though she knows he loves her. Ideally, they'd both live to an old age, but this isn't an ideal world and she knows today might be all they get.

She makes a humming sort of noise, something between contentment and sleep. She doesn't stir again though. Derek is warm and solid and safe. It's the perfect condition for sleeping, despite the fact that they're moving. She might end up dreaming about a bath, granted it won't be the warm bubble bath of her dreams but even a cold bath is better than nothing. She doesn't like standing water either. Maybe they can catch some fish. If they're really lucky, there'll be a shelter near the creek.

Beth is hoping for the same thing. It would be nice to sleep under a roof, nice to have some place they can stay for more than a day or two.

When he rouses her in that voice, she does wake up, yawning and moving to slide off his back. There's a smile on her face as her eyes find the creek. She looks up to Derek, that smile still on her lips. "I think I've still got some of that soap I found a while back." It's girly and scented and her favorite.