Francesca opened her mouth to tell Jonas she didn’t want to go to sleep yet, but a yawn betrayed the truth before she could insist she wasn’t tired.
She was in excruciating pain and her mind was racing, but she was physically drained enough that she would sleep if she actually tried.
She had already pulled her legs up onto the uncomfortable bench-like seating, but now she had decided it was going to be her sleeping place she curled up into a ball.
“Are you OK?”
Jonas was concerned - she was more vulnerable now than any of the others would believe and he felt like she was barely managing to hold herself together.
She was hugging her knees and she looked ridiculous when she was far too tall to try and get to sleep like that.
“I’m fine,” she murmured into her knees
“You know you have a
