"Bernard." Nymphadora's voice is quiet, but sharp, and she nods when his eyes dart to hers. It's hard to be this way with him, when she can see that she's a lifeline, but he needs a firm hand now. "You're in shock. You need to calm down. I'm going to get your pyjamas--" She stands and walks around the bed to the dresser and pulls out some flannel pyjama pants and a black t-shirt. "--and you're going to put them on and rest. Crowley is all right." She sits again, and tosses the discarded peacoat over a chair, leaning forward to unbutton Bernard's shirt. "You need to try and be calm now, and feel better. We don't even have to talk about it at all."
She's not sure she ever wants to talk about it, from the way he's acting. She pauses, and lets her hand smooth over his hair, softening her words.
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Date: 2006-11-19 10:12 am (UTC)She's not sure she ever wants to talk about it, from the way he's acting. She pauses, and lets her hand smooth over his hair, softening her words.