River once again rested her head on his chest. She could hear him breathe easier this way. "I -- used to. In childhood. By logical knowledge, there was nothing there, but..." But she'd still sneak into Simon's room and curled up in his bed until he held her and rocked her and helped her get back to sleep.
"It helps to have a light." And she was so beyond glad that Ianto was back in the light, in her dim and stormy drawing room, wrapped around her with the promise of never leaving again.