She had stayed awake for a while now... And would have gone away before he too wakes.
But instead, she patiently waited as he slept, listening to the small, but noticeable snores he would let out after, pressumably, tossing to his other side.
From where she layed, building up the courage to cycle the process once more of being left alone to die, void and empty handed again after a short while, there had been no clear view of him.
However, she could make known of his system's wake up call when it came... As she could also see him simply seated, probably thinking of how the day would, and should go.
From then, had she closed her eyes, leaving the discreet spacing between her upper and downer lids... Wesley had looked at her on so many accounts, but not taken the effrontery to get her up
