"Everything is swimmy, everything is swimmy and I feel whaley." Del replied, peeling off one of her own t-shirts and exchanging it for one of Robb's shirts. Which was much nicer. It was almost like being wrapped up in a Robb hug all the time.

Wrapping her arms around herself, she hugged herself before climbing back into bed and burrowing into the blankets. Mostly so she could hoard them, like a dragon, and then also so she could hoard Robb and wiggle closer to him.

"This is peachier." Del murmured, voice muffled against his chest as she pressed her lips over where his heart lay. Mouthing the alphabet against his skin, she looked up at him. "M'swimmy. In my tummy. It doesn't love me anymore Robb. It is forming a rebellion."