"Anya." James pleaded, hugging the girl tightly. "Anya, listen. It was just a bad dream. I'm not going to leave you."

"Shhh. I'm never going to leave you." he repeated, rocking her a bit. Truth be told, he wasn't knowledgeable in these gentler matters. James couldn't help but feel his wife would be smarter about such matters, a feeling that left a twang in his stomach.
"Listen, Anya. You're safe now. You don't have to worry about drinking too much from me. I'm too strong to let that happen."
He considered for a moment, then added hesitantly, "Is... is there anything you want right now?"