[She hums in response, possibly a touch too much hysterical relief to count as truly reassuring, but--of course. Of course.]
Dummy. I-I've been waiting for you...!
[And who knows what idiocy might tumble out of her mouth next, or how reedy or high-pitched it might sound. So instead of continuing with words she just tries to get a better grip on him, heft him into the bed proper. Maybe this way he'll believe she's more than happy to stay put, here with him]
Re: 147, late
Dummy. I-I've been waiting for you...!
[And who knows what idiocy might tumble out of her mouth next, or how reedy or high-pitched it might sound. So instead of continuing with words she just tries to get a better grip on him, heft him into the bed proper. Maybe this way he'll believe she's more than happy to stay put, here with him]