[If he's not properly awake yet then she'll just weave her way over to him, brush some of his sticky hair out of his face, and kiss his temple. She doesn't have her powers, she knows it won't help, but she tries to push a sense of calm at him, to ease whatever he might be dreaming of. She'll help him with his hair later.]
Rest now, sweetheart. [Murmured in barely a whisper into his hair.]
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Rest now, sweetheart. [Murmured in barely a whisper into his hair.]