Eventually Raven stirs, nose scrunching up as he wakes.

There is no Moiraine.

Heaving a huge, put-upon sigh, he heaves himself out of bed, tiny child's feet padding softly on the floor.

His mouth twists in wry amusement as he looks down on her, curled as she is on the couch.

"You, I think, are a very silly woman."

Then, abruptly taller, he slips his arms underneath her and heaves.

Not that she is so very heavy.

It is the work of a moment to deposit her on her bed, tucking the covers firmly around her.

Then he resettles himself in the chair, humming softly.

His sister needs all the sleep she can get.