Jon looked still, but she was mesmerized by his muscled chest's faint rising and falling. He looked so peaceful and calm in his sleep, unlike the imposing facade he put up during the day. Yet, there was still a faint sense of power and danger from his sleeping figure. She sighed with pity at his now short hair. An unruly mop of dark hair replaced his long, silky curls, but he still looked dashing.