She leaned into his touch so instinctively, it was as if it was the only thing she was sure of. She shook her head slowly. "You should sleep. One of us should be well rested."
"I... can't," she said, her voice falling suddenly very, very quiet. "I shouldn't. I haven't been this close to fire since my mom. I'm... I'm really scared what I might see."
"You won't know," she said, her voice quiet. "You won't be able to see it. Please, Francis, just sleep. I'll be alright."
She seemed slightly distressed by the notion, shaking her head. "No, no, Francis, you should sleep. I'm not going to be able to focus tomorrow and I need you to be able to."
