Nikolai carried Roxanne to bed, holding her close to him. She was still shaking, though her crying had stopped. He covered them both with the blanket and stroked her back, trying to calm her down. She did not seem to want to talk about what had happened and he was not going to push her, preferring to just comfort her until she was ready to speak. Eventually, she stopped shaking and he thought she may have fallen asleep. He closed his eyes and drifted off involuntarily, exhausted from the long day they had.
Suddenly, he jerked awake, surprised he had fallen asleep before Roxanne had even had a chance to explain herself. She was no longer in his arms but sitting on the edge of the bed, gripping onto the bedpost. She did not look well.
“Roxanne?” He asked, concerned.
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