Anya sobbed and sniffled for a few more minutes. That was another reason she loved her papa- he could always make her feel better. It was just a dream. Papa wasn't going to leave her. He was too strong for Anya to drink too much.

And then Anya nodded, her face still stained with tears.

"Would you cuddle me to sleep, papa? And... sing me a pretty song to help me along? I think maybe if I sleep like that, I won't have any more bad dreams."