"I'm not going anywhere," she assures him, now that she's less on red alert. She combs the other options: falling out of bed and aggravating his ribs, a nightmare (Gate knows she gets plenty of those), a combination of the two, or some other possibility that he's trying to hide. She banks more on the first parts of the list.

Am I really offering company when the only thing he does is belittle me? Fortescue thinks, tiredly, before discarding the thought. If this helps him go back to sleep, and if there are no more screams...

And if Fortescue is being really honest with herself, she finds it hard to turn away someone in need. Especially if she just has to sit here. Making a note of that shaking, she worries her lower lip between her teeth before reaching for one of the blankets on his bed, putting it around his shoulders.