Emma went upstairs and found Nancy still asleep, which made her chuckle a little.
While everyone was deep in thought, she was sleeping so soundly.
Emma picked up a strand of Nancy's long hair and gently brushed it across her cheek.
Nancy's curled eyelashes fluttered as she opened her eyes, slightly grumpy from waking up.
Her eyes were like glazed glass immersed in a mist, filled with two parts of discontent, three parts of daze, adorably unreasonable.
Emma couldn't help but say, "Nancy! Don't look at me like that, it's deadly!"
Nancy rubbed her eyes and, after waking up, her eyes inquired what was happening.
Emma brought over a coat and draped it over Nancy's shoulders.
Even though it was summer and everyone dressed lightly, Nancy was different. Right after waking up, not putting on more clothes could easily make her sick.
This frail body was carefully cared for by everyone at Ink Manor.
