Her breathing is steady, even. And when she moves to shift them, she brings Daisy with her. Asking, not demanding.

"Come here."

To the couch, which is as comfortable as it looks. Lie down, and keep breathing, so Fever can put her arms around her - easily snapped, easily broken - and just hold her. Asking nothing. There's no Calvin here. No Hunt, except what Daisy has in herself. This is safe. This is quiet.

Rest, she wants to say, feeling for all the world like the beast that took up vigil at the entrance to the cave.