"Long enough to see you stand on the balcony, staring off into nothing. I know that you want to help the poor guy. But I doubt that you can come up with something of use in the middle of the night. You put too much pressure on yourself. The trial hasn’t even started yet and you’re already doubting his chances." His hand slipped on her back, urging her to return to bed. "The best that you can do is go to sleep. You’ll need a fresh head tomorrow."