"Robin, we can't afford for you to get sick."

"I'm not sick. I'm just-" She stared, mouth open.

"Looney. Excellent." She pulled her away from the window. "Go to sleep. We'll see them all in the morning."

They curled up together as they had so many nights before, but Robin’s lack of sleep was due to neither the cold of the stone nor the wet of the rain, but the girl with the faraway eyes.