Rogue barely realized that it was Steve who was singing that beautiful song with the words she couldn't understand. There was a flow to them that helped her float along in that in-between state, the sound of his higher-pitched voice wrapping around her like a cocoon of safety. There was a peace in it as well, a soothing softness that chased away those lingering shadows and eased her into sleep.

She didn't make it to the end of the song before she'd slipped fully, heavily into sleep. She was so tired and worn out, stretched thin by trauma and distress, and she wouldn't notice if Steve moved her - honestly, she might not notice if he rolled her right off the side of the bed. Hours would go by before she stirred again, and then it would be nothing like her earlier traumatic waking.