Padget stirred in darkness, slowly, then eyes opening wide and throwing off the covers she surged out of bed. Her feet hit the floor, oddly cold, as was the air. Cold for August. But that didn't matter, what mattered was the babies were crying and they'd need feeding, changing. Comfort.
She lurched, bleary eyed with sleep, down the hall and ran into the doorframe that didn't seem to be in the right place. A little more awake now, she rubbed her elbow, scowling but keeping her voice smooth.
"Hush now," she murmured. "Hush."
No need to turn on lights, no need. Just go to the babies, crying, and rub their bellies, their backs. Check them for wetness. Picking up the boy, Padget cuddled him to her, close, breathing in deep the scent of his hair.