[The familiar term gives her pause, and she wonders when Booker had started calling her things like that. But in the next moment, it doesn't matter. If he believed her, if he trusted that she would never do something like what had happened in her dream, that was enough.]
[She keeps crying into Booker's shoulder, vastly calmed by the humming. It sounds familiar, the whole situation feels familiar in some distant and nagging way. But Elizabeth knows she's exhausted, and probably over-emotional as a result.]
I'm sorry Booker, I'm sorry. I'm just so tired, that nightmare had me up all night.
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[She keeps crying into Booker's shoulder, vastly calmed by the humming. It sounds familiar, the whole situation feels familiar in some distant and nagging way. But Elizabeth knows she's exhausted, and probably over-emotional as a result.]
I'm sorry Booker, I'm sorry. I'm just so tired, that nightmare had me up all night.