Shadewood no space in your broken veins

She let a soft sigh slip from her lips, pooling into the air as a cloud of frost - she watched it dissolve into the ebony sky, then allowed her lids to drift shut again, thinking only of Cry.

The tempting lure of sleep teased, tempted, drifted over her petite form, and she found herself slipping away in the tender embrace, only to be called back by his voice - she didn't mind. She'd give anything just for him to keep talking, to ease her into the softness of dreams - she wanted to let the burden rest, to relieve her aching shoulders and put aside whatever griefs hung heavy above her head and simply give in to him. Give in to his warmth. 

But she didn't sleep yet, shifting her ears to hear him better - 

"I have to tell you something."

Her eyes fluttered open, but she did not remove herself from beneath his chin, simply gazing out past his figure into the blackness of the night. "...Mm?"