Wendy let out a breath, then looked back down at Arabella. Her glare melted back into a soft, loving smile as she brushed some of the child’s hair out of her face.
”Have sweet dreams, child,” she whispered, scooching back to lean against the wall. “I’ll take care of you. Don’t worry.”
From then, Wendy hummed quietly to herself until she, too, fell asleep.