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She stood when he began to stir, and watched as he got his bearings. “Morning,” she said, keeping herself at a distance incase he was still sensitive to noise. “Did you get enough sleep? You can get more, if you’d like.”

He looked like a child when he expressed that she hadn’t needed to stay. “My job for now is to make sure you’re well rested and feeling better,” she said, her expression soft.

“How’re you feeling? I have some things here to help.”