I know you didn't. [ There's almost no pouting left in her voice, instead replaced with a sprinkling of fear that surfaces thinking about the image of him falling in front of her again. Mentally she shakes it away, eyes flickering to him so that he knows she means it. ] It's okay.

[The squeeze she gives his hand back in return is just as fierce as she reaches to place the thermos of tea on the bedside table. ]

They're okay all things considered. Petra is resting — the doctors want to make sure there's no lasting injuries from the avalanche. And Claude has been sleeping off the cure but he's recovering too.

[ The dressing and redressing of wounds was...awful to say the least. But nothing she hasn't done in the past. ]

Is it silly to ask how you're feeling?