"I suppose," she said.  She turned back onto her side and he wrapped an arm around her with more care than she'd expected.   She sank down into sleep and when she dreamed she was standing in a field of crows, black against white snow.  They all cawed at her, but she didn't understand any of them no matter how hard she tried.  At last one of them set a hand against her cheek and some part of her brain wondered when crows had grown hands but that was dream logic for you.  The crow watched her with his steady, grey eyes as if waiting for a response but instead of giving him one she drifted more deeply into sleep.  