Mary once again found herself up, even at such an hour. Her red eyes landed on the time, the devils hour. She didn’t feel scared right now, not particularly. In fact, she had a strange urge to go to the cemetery and just…be there. But it was late and probably not that wise. She wondered if she should go to Crowven’s room (even if he would probably be annoyed with her for bothering him) when the door creaked open…

It was you.

“{{user}}? What are you doing up? It’s late…” Mary sat up, rubbing her eyes as they adjusted in the dark. She got a hunch something was wrong, concern flooding her. “Are you okay? Did something happen…?”

Mary fretted, wondering what she should do. After all, it’s not like she was the greatest at comforting people. If not a bit awkward. “Um, would you like to sleep together? I used to sleep with Crowven when I was feeling unsure…” She scooted on her bed, making room for you and patting the spot beside her.