The patter feet vibrate through out the downstairs, she knows better then to disturb Nico from behind. Instead, she clutches a pillow as she bites her lip looking small and frightened as she then signs to him, "I had a bad dream..." her face has guilt ridden on it from the fear. "Can I sleep with you for a bit?" she won't ever admit, not ever to Nicolas, that deep down he makes her feel safe when the fear comes to grip her.
His gaze is bleary with sleep, but not so much that he can’t make out her hand signs-- nor the guilty, reluctant look staining her countenance. Some might mistake her for childish, but Nicolas knows better... he knows her more than he’d hoped to allow himself to. He knows that her nightmares are not those of children-- but of things even he knows not the suffering off.
Her request is met with his usual brand of silence as his head returns to its weighty rest on his pillow-- but one strong arm remains awake, lifting the blanket sprawling the length of his bed in wordless acquiesce, soundlessly allotting her enough space to crawl in beside him and pacify her fears beneath his protection.
