[There's no resistance as he carries her to the bed, not even a protest or whine. The events have left her exhausted, emotionally so at the very least. For now she rests her head against the pillow underneath, eyes losing the battle to stay open. Merida smiles softly, sleepily, letting herself find comfort in the red gaze watching over her and the words he says.
After a time, her hand slips from his to the bedding, sleep taking her as her body relaxes, the crackling of the fire filling her ears, just as warm as the body she'd leaned against. There's no nightmares, like he promised, just a dreamless sleep that takes her, soothes her. She hadn't done anything wrong, and that's the thought that's going to carry her on until she can believe it and it doesn't sit on her shoulders anymore.]
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After a time, her hand slips from his to the bedding, sleep taking her as her body relaxes, the crackling of the fire filling her ears, just as warm as the body she'd leaned against. There's no nightmares, like he promised, just a dreamless sleep that takes her, soothes her. She hadn't done anything wrong, and that's the thought that's going to carry her on until she can believe it and it doesn't sit on her shoulders anymore.]