A Night with Mom and Mo
Whisper was beyond happy to share a bed with her mother and Monette. She was warm and comfortable as she lay beneath the furs in the shirt Cathrin had given her to sleep in. She wasn't getting it back.
She watched the two of them sleep, curled up in a ball against her mother and clinging to her shirt. In time, she was able to fall asleep; faster than usual.
However, like usual, her nightmares came. She trembled and would start to toss and turn a bit in her sleep as the nightmares intensified. She broke out into a cold sweat, but she was silent as always.
Whisper finally broke herself from the nightmare's grasp and with a sudden and strong jerk of her body she awoke with her eyes wide. They illuminated the dark space as the fire had turned mostly to embers.
She sat up and began to move from the covers before she felt a tug at her waist. Her mother's arms tightened around her and she froze. She glanced down to Cat and signed for her.
'Nightmares.'
Cathrin frowned tiredly and motioned Whisper back in under the furs. Whisper glanced toward the door one more time, but tucked her legs back under into her warmth and again settled in against her mother.
Whisper listened to Cathrin's comforts and rested in her gentle but strong grip, rocking gently. She'd close her eyes and rest, but find no more sleep even as Cathrin's rocking stopped and her grip loosened.