[It's a distant thought compared to the instinctual concern that overwhelms her, but in the back of her mind, she remembers thinking the first time that she could give him a better hug if only she were a little taller.
She shuffles closer to the bed and tucks him into her arms, resting her chin on top of his head and running her fingers through his hair. There's no Oath connecting them, but she'd have to be numb not to feel the rattle of this raging storm. A deep breath fills her lungs and she counts to three, boards up the windows and grabs her flashlight...
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She shuffles closer to the bed and tucks him into her arms, resting her chin on top of his head and running her fingers through his hair. There's no Oath connecting them, but she'd have to be numb not to feel the rattle of this raging storm. A deep breath fills her lungs and she counts to three, boards up the windows and grabs her flashlight...
She'll keep standing for this one, she thinks.]