She took another small breath before closing her eyes again, turning her face into her pillow. “Okay.”
“I don’t want you to leave,” she said faintly, as if she had been robbed of any subtlety. “I want you to stay here with me. I don’t want to be alone in this house and in this bed where she was living.”
She made a noise in her throat that may have been a laugh in another world, but just came out as a sob. “Sam, I can’t move.”
She frowned, before relenting, nodding slowly. “If you can, that’d be good,” she said quietly. “But don’t do it if you can’t.”
She was ridiculously light, as if all her weight had become air. She was stiff in his arms, feeling as if she wasn’t sure what her position should be.
One arm was under her legs, the other supporting her back. He stood, heading out and closing the door with magic.
She didn’t say anything, her wings wrapping tightly around herself. Her head rested on his chest - there wasn’t any other place for it - and she closed her eyes, feeling the cool breeze on her cheek.
