Rogue let her eyes close as she listened to Steve's smooth voice, not needing to see the pictures so much as be soothed by the words falling from his lips. His voice wrapped around her like a blanket, softening the world that had seemed too harsh and painful to stand.

She was so tired that she nearly fell asleep a few times, but the dream and resulting panic were still too close to the surface of her memory and so she pulled herself back from sleep, shifting slightly each time and blinking heavily before starting the process over again. By the time he reached the end of the book, she was good and drowsy, hovering in that fuzzy world between sleep and waking.