Daisy's tongue on Erin's thigh is admirable fucking encouragement to stay awake. It drags a surprised gasp out of her, makes her squeeze her legs together involuntarily. "Goddamn," she breathes, through a tight throat and the haze of pain and exhaustion. "D-daisy - I - are you still okay?"

(Bit late to ask if this is too much.)

It's never too late, head voice.