"Does fuck no count for an answer?" he laughed, clenching her hand for a moment as she pulled away, but finally releasing the soft skin as she sat up.  He rolled back onto his back, wincing as the muscles twisted and relaxed with each movement.  "Tell Saul that he's done a crappy job, to pray more and maybe Pelor will have a nice pain killer..." he laughed, but instantly wincing as he did.  "Crap, it hurts to laugh," he admitted, turning his head slowly to look at her.<br/><br/>Her legs were in full focus, his mind wondering if her skin was soft as her hands.  Probably more so, he reasoned, given that they were not hardened by months of trying to survive on the island.  He almost wanted to reach out and test his theory, but he wasn't about to - she had pulled away from him, his mouth even frowning with the realization.  It felt like he'd been hit in the gut - he'd never felt this before and, frankly, the feeling sucked.  Beyond words.  "I expected to die last night," he admitted, turning his head and eyes back to the roof of the tent, "I thought you were an angel to take me to the afterlife."