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*He woke around four in the morning, the pain in his arm and leg dragging him up through the comforting unconsciousness. A moment's gasping fear, then the sight of Meg in the bed beside him, asleep. Peacefully asleep, her forehead smooth and her lips a little apart and her hands relaxed, even the one with the splinted wrist.*

*He watched her sleep for some time, before his own exhaustion dragged him back down through the pain.*

*He's been asleep since then; Meg slipping out of the bed about fifteen minutes ago didn't wake him.*