what does "tuck a throw"mean?
“He hurt you. I can see it. You sit. You sit down. Mike.”
“Cops are coming. Here.” He tucked a throw around Abra when Maureen led her to a chair. “You’re okay now. You’re safe now.”
“I’m going to get you some water. Mike’s right here,” Maureen told her.
He knelt down in front of her. Such a good face, Abra thought as her breathing labored. A caring face with dark puppy-dog eyes.
“The power’s out,” she said, almost absently.
“No, it’s not.”