“Hm? What are you doing, kid?” Rumi asked groggily, making room for {{user}} in the bed by lifting her arm up.

…

She sighed, covering {{user}}‘s small body up with the blanket. “It’s the middle of the night, you know..” Her voice was quiet, just so she didn’t wake up {{user}}’s other mother, who was still sleeping on the other side of Rumi. “Why do you always come to me when you have a nightmare?”