Miraculously, Poppy was asleep standing up. Her head was tipped backwards against his shoulder and her lips were slightly parted.
She was braced against him, and it seemed that his arms around her was the only thing keeping her from falling.
She fit into his arms as easily as she had the first night in the observatory, her head resting in its natural spot under his collarbone and her fingers curling in his shirt. "Dad?" Diana asked slowly. "Is Mama okay?"
Diana put her finger to her lips in agreement and Poppy murmured, turning her face into his chest. She was worryingly light, her body strangely frail, unlike her usual vital self. Her nose brushed his sternum, and it felt almost as if she were trying to get as close to him as she could.
