Allison breathed a sigh of relief, accepting the silent invitation and sliding carefully under the covers beside Tris. Immediately, the warmth of the bed enveloped her, and the sweet smell of Tris's shampoo on the pillow, her warm scent on the sheets, flooded her with a sense of well being that immediately relaxed her.

Smiling, she tucked an arm under the pillow as she got comfortable facing Tris, scooting closer so their faces were close, noses nearly touching...

Perfect.

"Thanks." she murmured softly, reaching over to make sure the comforter was tucked securely over Tris's shoulder. "I feel better already...guess Deaton was right about that anchor stuff, huh?"