[b]Jessalyn - House - Floyd, Abram[/b]

Jess was excitedly awaiting Floyd's response on names when Abram walked in. Jess unconciously scooted closer to Floyd, but still smiled warmly at Abram.
"Good morning," she told him. "Would you like some breakfast?" she asked, but didn't really get a reply.

Her smile faded as he spoke about leaving. She looked at Floyd curiously. She didn't want to speak against what he wanted, but she was afraid that he wasn't fully healed yet. If he tried to do too much, or if they were attacked again, he might get permenantly hurt or worse.

"Could you excuse us a minute?" she asked. Once Abram left the room Jessalyn turned to Floyd. "Floyd? I don't mean to... please don't take this the wrong way," she added quickly, unsure of how to say this without angering him. "I fully trust you. I will do whatever you say without complaint. You know that by now. But... Floyd, I'm worried," she reached over to cover his hand with hers. "You're still hurt. If he stays here, just a little longer, until you're fully healed, then it won't put so much pressure and work on you. He could help guard this place from raiders and walkers until you are recovered."

She smiled at him. "Like I said, I'll follow whatever you wish. I'm not going to disagree with you in front of other people. Just please, think about it? I don't want anything else to happen to you," she said, biting her lip. "Not just because you are my protection and food source, but because I care about you. A lot..." she trailed off, a blush forming on her cheeks.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

[b]Katie - Haywood - Emma[/b]

Katie woke up and rubbed her eyes. She yawned and was about to roll over and go back to sleep when she heard sniffling. Looking around the room she spotted Emma at the window. She was crying. Why was Emma crying? Was she sad? Was she hurt?

"Emma?" Katie called softly, climbing out of her blanket nest and going to Emma. "Are you okay?" she asked. "Did you have a nightmare?"

Nightmares were really bad. Katie hated nightmares. She'd had a few after they had left the underground, but after she had woken up screaming the first time and Bull had gotten mad at her for making noise she tried to keep quiet about them.

The seven year old climbed up into Emma's lap and cuddled against her. "My mommy said there weren't any monsters. No real ones. But there are. The ones outside are easy to see, but the ones inside..." she curled closer. "Sometimes adults are monsters, even though they don't look like it. Those are the monsters I hate the most."