@notdeadyetpool asked: "I don't want to be alone tonight."
Niamh paused and turned back to look at him, tilting her head slightly and going quiet. Not wanting to be alone wasn't a comment she heard from the living often. The dying who were scared and in pain, the ones who didn't know what was coming but needed someone there in those last moments. Those she'd heard plenty of. It came with the work, it came naturally to sit beside them and speak softly. Hold a hand or offer what little comfort she could before helping them to their feet gently to see them off to the other side.
A line that she, admittedly, had heard from Wade before when coming across him while he was dying again. A few times, and she heard it for the joke that it was and still sat with him patiently until he was back. Giving him a pat on the hand and helping him up if he seemed particularly unstable. This didn't sound like a joke to cover something more serious, there was no sarcasm. She would almost say it sounded...small.
She watched him a moment before shifting and walking back over to him. At her side, Sioda lowered to the floor and became corporeal. Purring softly before rubbing along one of Wade's legs, "...alright then." there was no where else for her to be. One of the rare nights where nothing seemed to be in the city that was a threat to the souls dwelling along its streets. Niamh didn't see the harm in staying put this time. She moved to sit next to him, quiet a moment before reaching over and offering her hand to him, "...unless you're more the leaning against someone type. Which is also fine." she clarified.
Offer what comforts she could, just like she always did.
