It was a long...long.... LONG.... night. There were countless citizens who needed to be hauled to their homes, still unconscious from the poison and sleeping potions. He and the few others who were up and running, spent what little energy they had left in loading up carts with sleeping villagers and ferrying them home.<br/><br/>Well into midday the following morning, the Ranger saw the last of the victims taken home, and handed the duties of seeing to their health over to the team of healers. He had only walked but a minute toward his house, when he thought of the kid. He had never even thought to check and make sure he was alright. Guilty, and nervous, he altered his course. He supposed he had enough energy to go and check on him. When he arrived at the healer's facility, he was directed to a bed at the far end of the hospital wing where a tiny figure slept peacefully. There was a chair beside the bed, so the ranger carried a loaf of bread and glass of milk he'd been handed and went to sit beside the kid.<br/><br/>"You did good, kid..." he smiled, whispering softly to avoid waking him. It was comfortable here, in the silence of the hospital wing. He yawned as he munched the bread. Tipping the glass of milk back, he sighed, then set the emtpy cup aside on the bedside table.<br/><br/>His eyes itched from the dusty roads and the long night. He pressed the pad of his finger and thumb of one hand to his eyes, rubbing gently to cool them....then the bread fell from his grasp, his hand fell to his lap, and his chin settled onto his chest. A few moments later a soft snore rose from his chest. he was out for the count, and perfectly happy about it.<br/><br/><br/><br/>It felt like two minutes later, but in reality it had been a few hours, when a voice rudely penetrated his sleep. With a massive effort he peeled his eyes open to find the healer looming over him. His head was thick and confused, as he tried to remember why he was here, and what he'd been doing... the thoughts were slow in forming. Bleary eyed, he looked over to find a young boy looking up at him, and the memories clicked into placed.<br/><br/>"Morning, sleepy head..." he chuckled, his voice raspy and thick with sleep, "Glad to see you're alright."