Carl smiled, noticing the heavy delirium in her behavior. Releasing her wrist, he carefully arranged her, then pulled the blanket up to tuck it around her again. After pressing a gentle kiss to her cheek, he rose to go fill a bowl with stew. As he did, his thoughts reeled in confusion. Mere hours ago, he'd felt such hatred for this woman, and now he was desperate to think of ways to make her happy. Smiling to himself, he carried a tray back to her side, moving quietly just in case she was sleeping.