One of the reasons that was so good at the radio, and why she preferred it over working in print or television was because of how good she knew her voice was. It was expressive, there was no doubt about that, and listeners could always tell how she was feeling whenever she shared things with them. Not that long ago, she'd told someone that she'd made a shitty actor, just because she was so bad at hiding things in her voice.

Now, when she spoke there was that smile in her. Bright and blinding it could be in the light, the dark and heer whisper softened it more than a little bit. "Good." She meant it, because she was glad that he knew it, and she made a contented sigh when he said that he loved her. She snuggled closer and wrapped her arms around him, holding onto him in a way that was meant to be support for both of them, a bit like someone would hold onto a teddy bear.

"Sleep, Richard. You're safe, and nothing's going to happen tonight. I won't let it. Get some sleep and we'll deal with everything else in the morning."