Jerking awake with a snort, the sound of a girlish yelp startled him more than the unexpected, squirming guest currently inhabiting his bed. He'd retired alone, he was quite sure, and now he was decidedly less so.
Logan might have been concerned, if a flash of lightning hadn't illuminated his sister's wide, frightened eyes at that very moment.
"Rose?" Rubbing at his sleep-numbed face, Logan sat up enough to draw the small girl closer just as a heavy, thunderous growl echoed through the night. She was trembling, and he wasn't entirely conscious, but he at least had the presence of mind to pat her back and mumble soothingly. "Hush, now. It's all right, little sister. Just thunder."
Rosalyn was unsurprisingly mute, as she so often became in times of stress. Still, the bite of her tiny hand clutching at the side of his neck alerted him that his attempts at comfort hadn't been especially effective. Swallowing a groan, Logan scooted back a bit until he could lean somewhat comfortably against his headboard.
"Mummy's not in her room." The reedy, whispered voice was nearly drowned out by the heavy pinging of rain against the windows, but the fact that she had her face pressed up against the front of his nightshirt meant he managed to hear her.
The information made him frown, a bit uneasy, but Rosalyn's attention was elsewhere. Schooling his features in case of further lightning, Logan kept his mild disquiet to himself.
"She said she'd likely not be back until tomorrow morning, Rose. You wouldn't want her travelling in this rain, would you?" He hugged her tighter for just a moment, and the room was illuminated with another unearthly flash. The thunder was quicker in answering this time, and Logan had little doubt that the storm was sitting right over Bowerstone.
