[ GOODNESS, that muffled little voice against Grell's chest isn't making it any easier to let Abigail go! With a strained pout, she gives the girl's frame a soft squeeze with a wiggle of her shoulders. ]

Now, now, that yawn say otherwise, my darling!

[ Placing a kiss atop her dark curls, the death god closes her eyes, finding calm in these intimate little interactions with her, despite it all. ]

How does this sound; if I tuck you into bed, and you can't sleep in fifteen minutes, you can give me a shout and we'll forget the entire thing!