Gracie laid her head against his chest, listening to the ease of his breaths, which was still amazing. It was so weird to hear him breathing right, and his heart beating strong and steady. It was nice, so very nice, but she wasn't so sure about it, how it had all happened. She couldn't argue with the result but if it had been the result of something that caused him pain...
"You goin' to sleep, Steve?" She blindly reached up to poke his cheek, missing and jabbing his nose. "Whoops, sorry - but no sleeping. Bu - " she cut herself off from saying Bucky's name, guilt and sadness flashing through her. "No one can carry you out to the castle anymore, especially not me. You're like...ten of me. At least. I'd have to drag you out and it wouldn't be pretty. Do you still sleep like the dead?"
She nodded, flipping their hands over to look at his and examine his nails. "You'll still have to paint mine. I'm still really bad at doing my right hand. I packed a bunch of pretty colors so you can pick whichever ones you want. And I brought sparklies too!" She grinned and looked up with him. "You're gonna have the prettiest nails in school, Stevie."