It was a bad joke, but true all the same: Tris looks alert and ready, even in her nightshirt, her hair loose around her shoulders. She'd talked about cutting it for a long time after she came to live with the Argents, but Allison had talked her out of it more than once, and probably would again. She liked Tris's hair, and when it hung like it did now...well, she looked pretty.

Silently, Allison slid into the room and shut the door. Making a sheepish face, she padded closer to Tris's bed.

"I, uhm...God, this is really stupid, but can I sleep in here? I can't...I mean...you know."

Because Tris knew nightmares. She knew how to do this...Allison was still trying to figure it out.