That wasn't a problem at all. A safe place, a warm body to sleep against when the elation of the drug wore off and they were both coming down from the high. Clover always got the jitters after, especially after she'd injected the drug.
"I will." she'd just about promise anything right now but there's truth there too, something beyond the desperate need for the drug that has her saying it aloud, "I promise."
If Clover was in her right mind she would have tried to comfort Emilie. It's clear to the woman, even in the state that she's in, that something is amiss but she's a selfish creature right now and asking or consoling might delay the injection. And honestly, Emilie wants to feel the high as much as Clover does. Hugging it out is not the answer either of them are seeking.
She moves in closer, personal space not a consideration. "Is it ready." she's itchy.