Hideaway Strath I promise I won't break it

Derg didn't stir when she did.
The poppy seeds and exhaustion putting him in a deep sleep- the deepest he'd had for a while.
And having Arlette snuggled against him made it even better. Keeping him settled.

In his dreams, Arlette licked his face. Probably some figment of his body telling him what was going on in the real world. But he didn't stir, aside from an upward twitch of his lips.
"Arlette..."
In his dream, and unknowingly in real life, he quietly whispered her name, wanting to keep her with him, but not having the strength or mind to do so.