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Jeremiah watched as she slept, aware of how alone they were. Her restlessness disturbed him, knowing that there was little he could do to sooth her pain. He wanted to help her, be there for her, but it had taken eighteen years just for them to be put into the same room and not start screaming at each other. He was at a lost.

Silently he rose from his seat and took a doll he found in ht prop room. Carefully, so not to disturbed her, he set the small creature on her lap in an attempt of comfort. Lacy always slept with dolls, so he hoped the act would not be too childish for the princess. He sighed and stroked her hair softly, his heart aching for her. She held so much pain.

Stepping back, he went to adjust the temperature of the stoves to keep the room nicely warmed. He was exhausted, but refused to sleep in case Diana needed something. She was his main concern. Jeremiah yawned and leaned against the wall, his arms crossed over his chest as he blinked heavily. Without him even realizing, his head drooped as he fell into a soft sleep, still managing to stay upright.