She sighs and stands. Other than still having a fever, and of course losing an eye, she seems fine. She feels a tiny bit sick, but she doesn't care about that.

"What are you doing?"

"We're literally being hunted down. Unless you want us specifically to get killed here, we can't stop."

"It's fine. Get some sleep," he murmured. "I don't know if we'll get another chance to stop after this. You should rest while you can. Sweetfinger will hopefully sneak us out in the morning."

"I was literally in a coma for several days. I think I've slept enough." She's feeling well enough to be sarcastic. That's good.

Right. Her being sarcastic was a good sign. "Then don't sleep. Just take it easy," he insisted

She rolls her eyes and sits back down. She takes two painkillers out of her satchel.

"Thank you." He didnt press the issue any farther, but stood there watching her with a weary, sorrowful expression

She doesn't notice, because he's on her left.

That was for the best. Someone pounded on the door, making him jump. "Prince Ash!" a squeaky voice shouted from the other side. "Are you there? Sweetfinger is downstairs, waiting for you."