If you can learn to do it- I can learn to do it

Cyzarine rolled over, now smiling contentedly.

Demyx grabbed a chair and stood on it, placing the glass into the frame.

Cyzarine hummed happily, before settling into silence again.

Demyx made sure the glass was secure before going to step off the chair, only to fall and end up on his backside on the floor.

Cyzarine blinked herself awake, looking confused. "...Demyx? Why are you on the floor?" she asked sleepily.

Demyx rubbed his head. "Fell off the chair."

Cyzarine blinked. "Oh. Okay." she got out of the bed, but then shivered and hoped back in with a giggle. "It's cold there! Aren't you cold?"

Demyx shook his head. "No I'm fine."

Cyzarine smiled and shrugged. "Okay. Are you fixing the window?" she asked, noticing the glass pane. "You don't have to."

Demyx nodded. "I do." He sat up.

Cyzarine frowned. "Don't hurt yourself, okay?" she yawned, eyes falling half-shut.

Demyx nodded again. "I'll try." He grabbed the glue gun and got back on the chair.

"I'm gonna go back to sleep." Cyzarine mumbled, lying back down again.

Demyx nodded. "Righto." He began gluing the frame into place.

Cyzarine was asleep very son, now warm and happy.

Demyx finished glueing the frame into place and carefully climbed off the chair.

Cyzarine let out a soft sigh and snuggled into the covers happily.

Demyx went back to the storecupboard to put the glue gun away.