Taiga tossed and turned most of the night, wracked by chills. Somewhere around dawn, his fever broke, and his exhausted body settled into a deeper and more natural sleep. Taiga, long plagued by insomnia, didn't stay asleep as long as his body needed. He opened his eyes and sat upright, the blankets pooling in his lap.<br/><br/>He looked down at Mashi and tried to feel hatred or a desire to smother him. Nothing came but a warmth in his breast he didn't want to name.<br/><br/>This was dangerous.<br/><br/>He needed to get back to civilization before he made more catastrophic mistakes.<br/><br/>His hair was in soft, curly cowlicks. The scar beneath the bandages had formed up as if it had been delivered well over a week ago and healed well in that time.<br/><br/>Mashi wasn't the only one with healing.