Gilgamesh had the thought wandering in his mind and over his lips that one day she wouldn't be surprised by the things he had in his treasury. To that there could only be a scoff. "Never. I might stop talking about it for my own sanity but I doubt I will ever stop being surprised," she commented. It was the truth, with any amount of knowledge of what items were, the thought of it just became more ridiculous. When you add to it the fact that it was seemingly endless well... it was downright unfair that he had access to everything. Well, that wasn't entirely true, anything he'd collected with his own hands was fair game by her own logic but he couldn't even remember what all of those things were.
Ah, but there were more important things. The mention of a date through the treasury was apparently an option on Gilgamesh's list. Artoria gave that but a second of thought before she came to the conclusion that it was the sort of thing she'd like. "I always did like museums..." she stated with a small smirk knowing full well he wouldn't even know what such a thing was. Of course, none of that mattered as his breathing became deeper and he fell further into the clutches of sleep. It was obvious he did not share her misgivings about sleeping with another person. The fact that he was so trusting was beyond moronic to her, but in looking upon his restful form she could do nothing but sigh. "Baka! You are actually pretty cute when you are quiet," she said softly. "Oops, never saying that again..." she corrected herself immediately. Of course she did not need anyone knowing the depths of her feelings, but sometimes even those welled up a bit beyond her own control.
A few moments passed and that ceremonial knife appeared in her hands. She'd casually play with it. Twirling it across her fingers as she thought over the possibilities. On the one hand, she could sleep on the farther side of the bed, with the knife she so preferred holding. But his body radiated heat and was practically calling to her to nestle in after all they'd done. Ah, but she also didn't like that at all. But she also thought it might be good to experience at least once. Just the same she couldn't well give up her gun hand for such an endeavor could she? Well... maybe. A few more seconds to of thought and a yawn escaped her. "You really should rest more often Gil... you fell asleep way too easily for me to believe you have been getting a proper amount of rest. You really should take better care of yourself," she mused gently. Finally that knife disappeared from her hand, and the stoic Knight-Queen made a decision. "I am going to trust this thing you call sleep... just the once. And if I do not like it, you will hear no end of it tomorrow," she mentioned as she rolled closer into his side. That little blade had disappeared, safety first and all of that. She wouldn't want to accidentally stab anyone. "Oyasuminasai, Gil..." she murmured. How would she end up as she drifted off to dream of Avalon once more? Well, her head on his chest, her body tucked into his her still useless legs entwined as she pulled the cover up over her shoulder. Like this the Queen of Knights would find a deep rest for the first time.