The bed was a bit small for your tastes, but it was really comfy—you weren't sure if that was the pain or the soft bedding speaking, but you paid it no mind. Your stirring attracted the guard's notice, and she came over to you, her eyes ice-cold and her facial expression stoic. She double checked that you weren't too uncomfortable and went back to her post, maintaining "operational silence," as you would later learn it was called in the Guard.