Honestly, he probably could have managed just fine even without the light from the hall. Not because he could see but because he was used to working in darkness as necessary.

"Pretty sure dey mean somet'in' a bit more involved dan jus' sleepin'." The grin is obvious in his voice as he takes her hand and lays down on the other bed. He's loathe to give up her touch, even through the gloves, though he leans over to press a kiss to her shoulder. "Dat said, non. Doubt dey'd count sleepin' near each other for dat."

And the fact that they slept better together may or may not mean anything to them, but at the moment, Remy didn't care, either.