Continuing to frown as she watched Cordelia thrash about, Willow hopped, trying to gain a hold on the mattress, although her footie-pajamaed feet could gain no grip on the side of the mattress itself. Finally managing to get onto the bed, she sat down on her bottom, her finger reaching out and poking Cordelia’s side.
“Mommy, wake up…”
Cordelia finally awoke once Willow poked her. She shot up and glanced around the room frantically, obviously panicked, before her gaze landed on the girl at her side. “W-Willow?” she asked dazedly. “What are you doing here?”
Settling into the tail end of the blanket, Willow snuggled against Cordelia’s side, still sipping at the glass milk she...