He kept his eyes respectful, even though he wanted to sneak a peek. Happiness welled up inside him as she accepted his offer to stay, he couldn't find words to express his joy. The calming sensation of her fingers brushing his neck was so relaxing that he would have let himself drift to sleep were it not for her asking about him. "I'm alright, I can't feel anything right now" Claude said. Being bold, he lowered his lips to the curve between her neck and left shoulder. His lips brushed against her scars, and although she couldn't see, she could swear that his tongue lightly danced over the old wound. His hand found hers and he held it tightly. Nancy looked up to Stella and nodded with a soft smile of her face. Claude would be fine, his wound wasn't as bad as it looked and even though it took 11 stitches, he would assuredly make a full and speedy recovery. Hector and Jerome went to go make dinner for the night. Massa worked on dressing his wound while Nancy went back to pampering Stella.