Crabb keeps herself propped up with one arm, her free hand brushing occasionally against Erin's cheek or through her hair as she sleeps. Even if her legs start to fall asleep at some point she just... doesn't care, it will pass and she's comfortable with Erin laying there.

It isn't like Crabb is any less bothered by the fact Daisy's back or that she and Erin... connected, like they did, but she trusts Erin's word that it won't happen again unless they decide it can, and that's what matters right now. That and the warmth of Erin curled up safely in her lap. Trusting her. Cozy with her.

They'll work this out, bit by bit. She's too stubborn and smitten for any other answer.