An Evening Memory

The young woman gentle sat down at the foot of her bed, it wasn't so much a bed as it was her little corner of the world, her places where she could rest her skates. It was late but she knew it was still up, it was always up at this time of night.
"Alex?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"Can we talk?"
"I'd love to talk, but it seems to me your looking more for comfort that anything else at the moment, ma'am."
"I know, I'm sorry, Alex."
She took off her collar, letting the chain her stone hung on free for the evening, no point in making both of them feel caged tonight. Her stone rolled, glowed slightly, its inner light shifting and change until she found it's compassionate smile. Some would say it was a trick of the light, but she knew otherwise.
"It's fine, ma'am. You've had a long day. I've collected a few of your memories to help you sleep."
So the memories of the nights with her Alex, the one that could hold her, the one that was gone filled her mind. Memories of the songs he'd sing to her at night, of him protecting her. Soon hot tears trickled down her cheeks and she curled up holding her stone. After an good ten minutes She noticed it humming out the tune of the old lullaby,so she stared to hum along.

"T-Thank y-you, A-Alex..." She managed through the sleepy shudders of her calming down. As sleep over took her, she could have sworn she heard it say, " Sleep well, my Aria, the morning is always brighter."