This is a new and strange and pleasant experience for Verity. Nobody's tucked her in since she was little. Her arms twine around his shoulders instinctively and she rests her head in the crook of his neck. Being put down again is a disappointment, but the bed is soft and smells like him and she doesn't care if that's weird she likes it.

She's not letting go of his hand so easily this time. "I was supposed to be taking care of you," she points out.