"It was nothing.  Simply that you are perhaps the one person in the world that could guide me in the right direction."  He wasn't sure what to do at first as she moved to lay next to him.  She was cold, but not unpleasantly so, and after a moment's hesitation he carefully shifted his weight so she could lay more comfortably, offering his shoulder as a pillow.  It was turning into a very strange day, it seemed.<br/><br/>There was no denying that he was exhausted; even with that brief surge of energy she had given him, he was already slipping back into unconsciousness, his voice growing quieter and more distant by the minute, eyelids growing heavy, "Aye, little sister.  Time for some rest...then your tests and trials."<br/><br/>He was out like a light, a brief moment's effort to stay focused and awake before everything went black once more.  There were no nightmares this time.  In fact, there were no dreams he could remember when he next came around some days later.  His wound had begun to heal nicely, and no longer threatened to reopen if he were to move around, as long as he refrained from anything strenuous.  He was young, fit and healthy, so he healed relatively quickly by human standards.  He opened his eyes slowly, gazing up at the ceiling and collecting his thoughts.