Poppy curled up next to him, her forehead resting just under his chin and her hand on his chest. Her legs were tucked underneath her, and her breathing steadied as she gradually fell asleep.
Poppy stirred, her body relaxing in his arms. She opened one grey eye and sighed before turning her head into his chest.
Francis shifted slightly, turning his head. He mumbled something in his sleep, but it was discernable.