Lydia

He handed their daughter back to her carefully, the moved to perch on the edge of the bed. He was tired, too -- not as exhausted as her, he was sure, but enough so from the worry and fear he'd been shouldering over the course of the last few days -- but he wouldn't sleep. She asked him to watch over her, so he would, and he let her know that without words, instead simply combing his fingers through her hair lightly.