Jasmine Yale didn't make a sound, too sleepy.
Sylvan Cheney rested his chin on her shoulder and gently caressed her waist, not doing anything over the line, just holding her.
He had intended to just check on her and hadn't expected her to be awake.
"I can sleep..." she mumbled fuzzily, her voice very soft, as if she was talking in her sleep, "I can sleep..."
"Mm."
Sylvan didn't disturb her any further, simply embracing her, pressing her little head into his chest.
His bathrobe was soft, and his chest was warm.
Jasmine turned over, facing him.
Her two little hands clutched tightly at his bathrobe; this seemed to be the most comforting sleeping position over the past couple of days.
Perhaps it was something deep in her subconscious at work, but she fell asleep quickly while nestled in his arms.
Having tossed and turned all night without sleeping, now she fell asleep quickly.
