Lola slept fitfully, as if in the grip of a fever. Confused, broken images tormented her when she was asleep, and when she was awake the world spun and fractured around her. Once she woke up screaming for Tristesse, and the demon was there, her warm body curled around Lola's like a comfort blanket.
“I'm here. You're safe,” Tristesse whispered, stroking Lola's sweat-soaked hair and kissing her cheek. Lola shook and burrowed against her, desperate for her heat, before passing out again.