As soon as she was asleep, he put the bowl aside and build a fire, closed and locked the door, and tucked the blanket over her to keep her warm. With nothing left to do, and no energy left, he simply sat beside her and watched her sleep. He must havce dozed off as well, sitting beside her with the peaceful sound of her breathing in restful slumber relaxing him. He slept deeply, peacefully, brought to awareness by the sound of the change in her breathing. He stretched and yawned, watching her slowly become aware.<br/><br/>He felt such a thrill when her first question was to ask after his well-being.<br/><br/>"I am well enough, my love. How are you feeling. Do you feel up to letting me take a look at your wounds?"