He's hugging her almost too tightly, but Regan doesn't utter a murmur of protest. Just holds him, and smooths a hand slowly up and down his back.
She used to do that for Simon and River, she remembers, back when they were small and had bad dreams. Back before any of them had so much fodder for nightmares.
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He's hugging her almost too tightly, but Regan doesn't utter a murmur of protest. Just holds him, and smooths a hand slowly up and down his back.
She used to do that for Simon and River, she remembers, back when they were small and had bad dreams. Back before any of them had so much fodder for nightmares.
"I'm right here."