“Amma turned her head inward and nestled her shoulder against his, a hand finding its way to his chest. Damien nearly dropped her. He had been prepared for her to wake at the jostling, see his face so close and scream, flail and struggle to get away, but instead she’d once again utterly baffled him and – what was this? Snuggling? His stomach turned over. “What do I do with this?” he asked the room.”
