His thank you was all in his expression and the way his palm tilted up and out as he went by, heading for Malcolm.

"I'm a US Marshal, Jessica. I've put men worse than him down, I can handle a nightmare or two." Even if Malcolm got his hands on another knife in his sleep, Raylan had been come at with those before too. It didn't matter, or change his opinion on it.

Sitting down on the side of the bed, Raylan started with Malcolm's shoulder, one hand coming to cup his face as he turned with the contact for better or worse. No matter how loud or hard he had to get, he couldn't help but try to wake Malcolm softly. He wanted that to be the way Malcolm came up, but it hadn't worked so far.

Raylan was of the opinion its because Malcolm just isn't used to the possibility yet.