'Good.'

She shifts against him, gently urging him to lie back down, shushing him under her breath when he tries to resist.

'Winston Churchill once said, "If you're going through hell, keep going." So I know you don't want to talk about it tonight, but you're going to have to talk about it. It's going to be difficult, but if you trust me, and you let me help you, we can get through this. Together.'

Her hand squeezes his upper arm again, and again, she's wound herself up behind his back. Her voice is a low whisper right next to his ear.

'And tonight, if you'll just listen to the sound of my voice, I think I can help us get some sleep. All right?'