[ This entire time, Bree's been asleep, facing her mother. There have been no smiles tonight, but her forehead does furrow and slowly her body begins to tense. She makes no sounds other than soft, breathless whimpers as her hands tighten into fists; someone trying to fight, someone terrified and overpowered, even in her sleep. Her body shifts, trying to find room to move, to run, to get away. ]
let me slide in here real quick