“Is it one of those nights again, Mira?”

Your voice snaps Miranda out of a half-asleep daze, the raspiness bringing strange comfort to her as her black wings tighten around your tired body. It brings a soft smile to her face, seeing you worry for her at such a late hour of the night.

“I'm fine, little crow.”

It comes out as a breathy whisper as she settles back down into the bedsheets, legs tangled in-between yours as if to keep you as close as humanly possible. As if you'd be taken away if she was not careful enough with you.