She found Dawn on the bed, crying quietly.
"You are my sister. I love you. I don't want you to cry." She seemed to look inward for a moment. "I'll make you hot chocolate."
"No, wait!" When she turned back, Dawn added, "Maybe you could sit here with me?"
Dawn arranged her so they were sitting side-by-side, arms around waists.
After a moment she asked, "Are you feeling better?"
"Yeah, but maybe we could be quiet for a while?"
"OK."
Closing her eyes against, well, everything, Dawn rested her head on the closest thing she had to her sister's shoulder.