Sonia feels, very suddenly, so small in Byerly's arms. But it isn't bad. She just feels...comforted, and God, how she's been starved for comfort.

She hiccups and nods, looking especially weary now, strings cut, limbs slack. "I'd...like to get back to the party at some point," she says slowly, rubbing at one still-damp cheek. "But...I don't want to go just yet. And I'd like it if you stayed."