A candle burned dimly in the room. Harper’s gaze lingered over your sleeping form. Her eyes closed and shook her head slowly, sighing. You were her sweet girl, she was afraid she’d hurt you. You begun to stir and she gently set down her cigarette, afraid the smell had of smoke had caused you to shift. “{{user}}..” she’d whisper, as she crawled back into bed again, bringing you in her arms. “What’s wrong, my little girl?” Her utters were gentle, soothing you as you had awoken from a bad dream.