Leah bites her lip, ducking her head to hide her smile. Even under these circumstances, she can still smile. They have a future, don't they? They're strongest together. Even amidst all the bullshit and the horror, she has a family that won't abandon her, won't ever leave her. And she will fight to the death to keep them.

"Good." She clears her throat, setting up the camp bed next to the couch. Carver's out cold, Freya's head resting on his chest. She lays out blankets and the softest pillow she has, and then she offers her arm out to Pope - knowing, without needing to ask, that it hurts him to bed. To lie down. "Try and get some rest, sir."