[Wanda would like it if he would let the song and her presence lead him to sleep. You're safe, child. Your mother is here, and she won't let anything happen to you. Sleep. Rest. You are loved.
She combs his hair absentmindedly with one hand, always gentle. As the end of the song is reached she falls silent for a few moments, rather hoping that he's fallen asleep. The way his breath comes makes her think he probably hasn't. At least, though, he seems... calmer.]
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She combs his hair absentmindedly with one hand, always gentle. As the end of the song is reached she falls silent for a few moments, rather hoping that he's fallen asleep. The way his breath comes makes her think he probably hasn't. At least, though, he seems... calmer.]