Not hard at all. Well, of course not, he's awesome.

Still, he couldn't help but reach up to gently touch a spot behind her ear, a bridge for a gentle mind-to-mind contact. Nothing intrusive, just a little charm for good dreams. She probably needed them.

Morgan sat for a moment, hands on his thighs, till she'd slipped past all the transitional phases of slumber and into the full depths of sleep. Then he rose, whisper-quiet, picking up his coat as he did.

Things would get better for her once she adjusted to ship life a little more, he hoped, but for now he'd check back on her once or twice during her rest. Just to be sure.