He brushed through her hair gently, giving her small reassuring kisses as he held her close. "We'll be okay."
She felt stiff and uncertain in his arms, as if she wasn't sure she had the right to be there. Her curly hair smelt vaguely of smoke, and it tickled his neck as she wrapped her arms around him.
She was quiet for a moment before speaking in a shaky voice, sounding as if she were trying hard to keep it steady. "I don't think that's a good idea."
"You can sleep," she said, her voice slightly muffled from his shirt. She pulled away to look up at him, her brows forming a worried line above weary eyes. "You should sleep."
