Her cheeks are rosy red, her cherub skin is burning, eyes are like glass. She clings to us, falls asleep, wakes up again, sighs. Startles as sleep catches her, awakes with a jolt, cries a little. Then back to sleep. As I put her down in her bed, she grabs my finger with her hand. The grip becomes looser as she drifts back into her feverish dreams, another jolt, she looks up at me sitting by the bed.

I'm right here, baby. You can sleep now.