Northstar Vale mary, mary

She didn't seem to be doing half bad, for Murdock said nothing about her pokey elbows and knees, instead draping his head over her back. She was tense a moment as he sighed, but he seemed content, and thus gradually she relaxed, feeling a small sense of pride at not being annoying. Soon, her own eyelids fluttered, and she crashed headlong into sleep, the bone-deep tiredness washing over her like a wave.