"Thank you for this, I really appreciate it." She said.

She eyed Claire over her gold-rimmed glasses, and sighed. "I should tell you that he needs his rest, but you wouldnt listen to me, anyway. So yes, you can see him, but keep it short. Oh, and Robin," he said, crooking a finger at Puck, "a word."

Puck gave Claire a grimace of mock terror and followed the nurse from the room.

She walked into the room where Ash was.

The cuts were still there, but they were faded now, less severe. His shirt was off, and clean bandages wrapped his stomach and torso. His breathing was slow and deep, his chest rising and falling with each breath. His face was peaceful, free of harsh lines or worries, but even in sleep, he looked a little sad.

She stayed back near the door, grateful that the healer had taken him in as she looked at him. "Whatve we gotten ourselves into?" She mumbles under her breath.

His silver eyes were open now, staring at her, his expression unreadable in the darkness

"Hi..." she says softly.

He continued to watch her, unmoving.

She sighs, nodding. "Well... Uhm... Howre you feeling?"

He remained silent, his eyes never leaving her face. Maybe he just had a nightmare, and she'd startled him by standing in the doorway to his room like a stalker?