She knew what he was doing: the same thing she'd done if he ever had nightmares, what she'd done with Corry as a child as well, that same tune. Virginia smiled softly, leaning against his chest and sighing as if stroked her hair peacefully. Looking up, she leaned up and brushed a kiss- gentle and chaste- against his lips.

"I'll be back in a moment, go on and check on Gabrielle... please, for me?" Virginia asked, touching his cheek. She'd feel better if he wasn't there to hear her cry and she'd feel better if Gabrielle was safe as well. Swinging her legs out of bed, she picked up her phone with unsteady eyes and briefly touched one of the roses in her vase before going into the bathroom to speak to Corry.