When he saw that she was happy, warm, and sleepy, he knew she would be alright on her own. He left her side and moved into the kitchen quietly, and pulled out a few things to eat himself. He ate only a roll, which he broke open and spread with mayo, which he could keep on hand because it stayed fresh relatively well without refrigeration. Inside the roll, he placed a couple pieces of jerky. With the makeshift sandwhich, he drank a great deal of water. When he was finally done, he went to sit in the chair and watch over her.<br/><br/>She was so peaceful to watch, and he felt so comforted to see that she was so happy. He found himself nodding off, unable to keep his eyes open. Before long, he was sound asleep in the chair.<br/><br/>He didn't feel like he'd been asleep when he slowly struggled to consciousness. The fire was still burning. His first thought was of her and he glanced at the couch, checking to see if she needed another dose of medication.