Little Though She May Be

"Rach?" called the soft voice from the hallway, accompanied by a quiet knock. "Come in, bug." Rachel ran her fingers through her hair, biting her lip as she quickly finished reading a line at the bottom of a page of script and marking her place, setting the sheaf of pages on the small table beside her bed. As the willowy girl came hesitantly into the room, Rachel took off her glasses and smiled encouragingly, patting the bedspread next to her. "What's on your mind, Soph?" Rachel asked, watching with fondness as her goddaughter settled herself on the bed next to her, sighing heavily as she held a spare pillow in her lap.