Josephine smiled, her heart fluttering ever so slightly at the hidden meaning hinted in Raoul's voice. Yes, she was sure it would be worth the wait. Her nerves burnt already with anticipation. As he laid back down though and she noticed the blood sneaking through the stitches, she gave Raoul an apologetic look. "You shouldn't push yourself, you are still hurt. Be careful." She took the facecloth that had been put of over his forehead, noticing his fever had faded a little by then and smiling at that, and gently dabbed away the blood. "Just stay still, it will heal as long as you don't move around too much. You should be okay to stand by tonight, if not, tomorrow morning."