"Go." Commands Galadreel, "No talk now. Mate.. sick. Talk soon when sleep. " He falls silent a minute, "Thank... for help Sébastien. Go... not safe. Go." He has difficulty, and is nervous, when talking. "In head talk, not voice speak. Go."
Then she is crumbling against their chest and he scoops her into his arms. "Safe, mate." Is crooned, tucking her into the bed. "Safe with us. Sleep... we stay. Shh.." He curls around her and brushes some hair from her eyes with one hand.


