Peter had been sitting up against the headboard, one arm nestled around Claire's sleeping form as he dozed off himself. Dozing, not sleeping, he was able to sense her distress as she woke, and was immediately conscious himself, wrapping up the comforter around her and holding it tightly as a shield between her and his arms and chest as he pulled her closer.
"Shh," he said, voice familiar and soothing. "It's okay, Claire. You're with me. We're safe."