Poppy gave Tom a look. "Tom, what were you doing while we were being killed?" she scolded as she followed Francis into the bed. The dog panted slightly and she rolled her eyes as she laid down.
She nodded but didn't relax, her fingers brushing through his dark hair instinctively. "It's okay. Everything's okay. You can go to sleep."
She laughed, although it caught in her throat. "That might take a while. Don't worry, Craw. Seriously. Everything's okay."
She shook her head, her hand curled against his chest as she listened to his heartbeat. "It's fine. Really. Please sleep if you can."
She waited until she felt that he was asleep before sitting up in bed, her body trembling. She rubbed her temple before heading to the window, her arms crossed protectively as she looked out over the city.
She flinched instinctively before turning to look at him, a dark silhouette against the light from the city. "Oh... I thought you were asleep."
She frowned before coming back to slip into the warm bed next to him. "That's not going to happen for a while."
She sighed before wrapping her arms around his neck, burying her face in his shoulder. "Sleep," he would hear her say. "Everything's fine."
