He looked diminished in the bed, which was odd, since he dwarfed it. His feet were jammed against the footboard. But his lively eyes were closed, and aside from the slow rise and fall of his chest he might as well have been dead. The clean white gauze was almost a match for his pale skin, and the ugly green gown seemed to lend him a further unhealthy pallor. She got up and nuzzled his unbandaged shoulder softly, surprised to feel hot tears rolling down her cheek.