Raylan murmured a soft 'Thank you' and stole a sip as Malcolm slipped away. It was only once the door shut that he realized some of the lights were still on and he'd probably have better luck if they weren't. It took him a minute to figure out how to get up, but he did and returned to his spot once the lights were off.

He didn't know if the monitor would pick up his soft conversation with Willa as he patted her back. He was gonna teach her how to shoot one day. Turn her into a sharpshooter like her father. But no boys. Or he'd find a nunnary somewhere.

At some point, the words stopped and Raylan realized that she must be asleep. Carefully, Raylan shifted up to his feet and laid Willa down, keeping himself bent over to pat her chest softly for a minute more to ensure she was off to dreamland. More carefully than he'd ever moved in his life, Raylan backed away, grabbed his scotch glass and the bottle from the counter before heading into the bedroom.

He sighed as the door shut behind him. "Here's hopin' she'll stay down for the night. How's it workin'?"