"Fetch me," Charlie murmured. "If - if she yells ... fetch me ..."
His voice died away into a mumble then his hands relaxed in his lap and he slept, sitting up, and heading for one heck of a crick in the neck.
Nia slept too - for about another ten minutes, then she moved restlessly and turned her head. Her hand reached across the cot, then she whimpered, opening her eyes.