When you’ve got your arms around her, it’s so much easier to sleep. You can feel her breathing slow as she wriggles backwards into the small spaces between the two of you, filling them with warmth and hips and shoulders. Your own breaths deepen, and you close your eyes, nestling into the curve of her neck. If she has nightmares, you will quiet them. If the dark hides monsters, you will fight them. If the world is out to get her, you will be her shield.
She doesn’t need to know your troubles. She wouldn’t rest any easier. She doesn’t need to know any pains you might shoulder. She is your core, the reason for your Herculean strength, the key to your invulnerability. Nothing harmful can pass through you to her. In her eyes, you are as perfect as diamond, and for the sake of her heart and yours, you must be just as unyielding. And, for a time, it works. Even you believe it. But not when the sun sets on an empty bed.
So it doesn’t matter what her name is, tonight. Tonight, whoever she is, she is protected.