Returning at Last || Caspian/Open

[King Caspian X]

Caspian smiled. "Yes." he said, he did often need to stretch his legs. It was a bad habit really, getting up in the middle of the night and walking places. Of course, it wasn't really all that often. But still. "I try not to think about it." he answered, "And when that doesn't work, because it hardly ever does, I try to think about something else." The two were slight in difference, but they had a difference all the same. "Usually, I think about Susan. And then I think about all I need to protect. All I am responsible for. To take care of your family, Edmund, you need to take care of yourself. And sometimes, taking care of yourself means forcing yourself to do things. But it really is easier when you think of something else. Something completely unrelated." He shrugged. "I can feel the baby kick against my hand and I can watch the light dance in Susan's eyes until she falls asleep. Just think of your family, I guess, if I were you. Think of your mother. Or there must be a girl that you care for. Or think of your horse. All the things that you would never want to let go of, don't let go."

[Edmund]

Don't let go. Edmund had let go of many things in those dark cells. He never wanted to admit it because it was another weakness, but it had happened. Edmund had forced himself to stop thinking of Susan, and of Peter. He had made himself forget Caspian and the children, and especially Alehan. He had no girl to forget, so he needn't worry about that. However, he focused on not thinking of Whysper, the young woman who had helped saved his life once. But he had forgotten because it had made accepting his death easier. If he didn't think of them, then he wouldn't miss him. It all made sense in the cells. Now he knew he was foolish for doing such things. Even though he had forgotten them at his darkest hours, he still should have done it. Hanging onto them would have been much better for him. It would have helped him make it through all that much easier. However, if he had died there, he knew he would be reunited with Lucy. It wasn't something that he wanted to accept, but he wouldn't be alone in his death. Who knew, maybe he would see his father as well. Those things alone had made it easier for him to die. However, he didn't die. He had fought his way out. Something had given him the strength to survive, and the want to survive.

Something had changed him down there, and he had a feeling as to what it was. The little girl that had been led away to her death the day before his escape had changed him. She had to be six, and he had done everything that he could to save her. He fought the guards, and he had earned himself another session of torture for what he had done. But she had spoken to him, and she had given him hope. Her words would be with him forever, and he didn't think he wanted to share them with anyone. They had given him life again. He owed his life to that little girl. Looking down at his wrist once more, he looked to Caspian. The man had become extremely wise during Edmund's disappearance, and he was more than alright with that. "Everything you say makes so much sense. But...it's all easier said than done. But I will try. To make life easier for myself, and for those around me that I care about the most. I will do as you say, and I won't let go of those that matter most. Thank you Caspian." He finished, and then spoke once more. "I want to speak of what happened, because I feel as if it might help, but I don't think I'm ready yet." He said hopelessly, and then looked on as Caspian scratched his face and his chin once more. Furrowing his brow, he nodded towards him. "You alright there?"

[King Caspian X]

Caspian shook his head 'no'. Not everything he said would make sense, and he didn't want the boy getting that idea about him. He wasn't as wise as Edmund thought. Just more experienced. He had a background behind him. Somewhere to come from. Something that Edmund hadn't established yet, or perhaps had forgotten about, as of course, he had been a man of about Caspian's age or older during the Golden Age. But, "You're welcome." he said all the same. "And when you wish, I will listen." I've got all night, afterall, he thought to himself. Again. His head bobbed back up again. "Hm? Yeah, I'm fine. Just itchy." He scratched his arm. His skin still felt feverish to him, though Susan had said it didn't feel so to her.

[Edmund]

He had so much on his mind, and his thoughts were a jumbled mess. He wanted to talk to Susan, but he wouldn't dream of waking her on this night. She had so much else to worry about, and he didn't want to add something else to her plate. He didn't want her to have to care for him too when she needed to focus on the child growing inside of her, as well as Galen and her husband. It wasn't fair to place another burden upon her shoulders, and he wouldn't dream of doing it. He just wished that he could hug her. Susan was always the comforting one, and that was what he needed the most from her. Comfort. She would understand. She always understood. However, Caspian was doing a wonderful job in her place now. Edmund found him easier to talk to than he remembered, and he wished he had tried to get to know him better before he left for Calormen. It would have been better for him he supposed. He glanced over as Caspian shook his head no, and he gave him a questioning look. What did he mean no?

Thinking back to his previous words, he wondered if the man didn't think his words made sense. They did to Edmund right now. He was sure when he was well enough he would be back to disagreeing with some things the King said, but for now, he was content on listening and agreeing. It was just easier for him and everyone involved. Biting his cracked bottom lip once more, he brought his good hand to his face and rubbed his tired eyes. As Caspian said he would listen when Edmund wanted to talk about it, the young man looked to his brother in law with gratitude in his eyes. It meant a lot to him that Caspian didn't mind listening. He looked to the counter, and then to the large window in the kitchen. It was pitch black dark outside, and Edmund couldn't help but lose himself in that darkness. It had consumed him in his stay in Lamont's prisons. It was a part of him now, and he was afraid that he would never rid himself of it. Sighing, he looked back to Caspian. "I just didn't think anyone could be that cruel. Not just to me. He put a six year old girl to death. What could she have been guilty of? The fear in her eyes is something I will never forget. But she was so strong, even when they were leading her away to her death. I just don't understand." He said, obviously more scarred by that little girl's death than anything else right now. Shaking his head, he looked and nodded as Caspian said he was fine, just itchy. It was strange, but he wouldn't comment anymore.

[King Caspian X]

What was it with Lamont and killing children? Caspian stifled another growl as he thought of his own two girls, dead before their birth because of that boy. Of course, Caspian could think of more venomous names for his cousin, but he found that, when thinking them late at night, his heart would grow bitter and cold. So he abstained. But still, he ground his teeth, his blood grew very hot and his nostrils flared. He abhorred his cousin. Absolutely loathed him. He thought of Lucy, and her short, innocent life being ripped away from her.

"Don't forget that girl." he told Edmund. "Whatever you do, don't forget about her. Don't dream about her, but don't forget her." The hairs stood up on the back of his neck, and he shivered as a chill ran down his spine. He scratched his cheek. Lamont had his death coming to him. And Caspian would make sure it was sluggish, and excruciating, and humiliating. But he said nothing, and let the malice slowly slip from his face until he became the calm-hearted audience to Edmund's story once more, if he so wished to tell it.

[Edmund]

He felt the mood of the man beside him drop somehow, and he glanced over at him with a bit of fear behind his eyes. Edmund wasn't afraid of Caspian, but had become terrified of the hatred and the anger that had consumed him during his captivity. He never wanted to feel the extent of those emotions again, or at least not as heavy as they had been during that time. He never thought he could feel that way, and it frightened him. He was afraid that Caspian would be like that as well, and he felt guilty for telling him of that little girl. Biting his lower lip once more, he released it instantly because of the pain, and then brought his eyes up as Caspian spoke. Don't forget that girl. Edmund didn't think that he ever would. Her bravery was something that had awakened the dormant spirit within him. Her own spirit had brought him out of the deepest darkest parts of his soul, and he was grateful for that. He just wished he had fought harder to save her. It hadn't worked though, and he was angry at himself for giving into the pain.

Looking down at his hands again, as it had become one of his nervous habits, he took a deep breath and exhaled. That poor little girl. Her name had been Rosalie, and he would never forget her. He couldn't even if he wanted to. Her image was burnt on the inside of his eyelids, just as the L had been burned into the skin of his chest. He remembered the day he had received that. He now felt as if someone owned him, and he felt dirty and unwanted because of that. He looked to Caspian again, knowing that he needed to tell his story. Settling and calming himself he looked away, and then spoke, not able to meet his brother in law's eyes yet. "I tried to save her Caspian, I really did. She was in the same cell as me, and I saw them coming. I knew what they were going to do before she even had any idea. As Lamont and his men came into the cell, I fought as hard as I could, but I was no match for them. They beat me until I could only taste the blood in my mouth and hear her screams of death in my ears. I never knew cruelty like that before Caspian. I just can't stop thinking of what they have done to me. I feel dirty, and used, and like I'll never come clean." He finished, knowing he had so much more to tell. He could start by showing him the thing that would be with him forever. Pulling the collar of his torn shirt down a little, he knew the large L was visible. "He told me that I would never be free of him." He said, his voice rising in pitch. "I'm afraid that he's right."

[King Caspian X]

Caspian sat, listening to him. His eyes widened at the L on the boy's chest, and he lost whatever words he was going to say. But the look on Edmund's face brought new ones to his mouth. He would have banged on the table if the young king's wrist was not resting on it. "You go bathe, and look in a mirror and tell me that he's right." he said, in what he hoped was an encouraging tone. "You are no longer his hostage. What I see is a free Narnian King, just and chivalrous in all his actions, unafraid to admit his fears and troubles. Strong enough, even in his weakest time, to escape the prisons of his enemy. Bold enough to risk his life for a child, and for his country. I see a young man, with a battle scar that will one day make a tale for his grandchildren as he scoffs at it, laughing that that was the best his enemy could do." His voice was akin to when he spoke to his soldiers before and after a battle. It was supposed to be an art, meant to evoke pride in a warriors heart. Caspian didn't think he did a very good job at it so late at night, or early morning, which ever it was. But he tried his best. "Lamont has no control over you as he has no control over the wind. Don't let him play mind-games with you. We will make you strong again, and the next time you see him you may bathe your sword in his blood."

[Edmund]

Edmund thought that he wanted to kill Lamont. He wanted to torture the young man as much as he had been tortured. He wanted to make him suffer for the pain that he had put his hostages through. But as Edmund thought about it, he knew he couldn't do it. He knew that Lamont deserved to die a slow and painful death, but Edmund could not be the one that gave it to him. One would think Ed would want to. Anyone would want to after what Ed had been through. But that was the thing. They hadn't been through it, and they would never understand the way that Edmund did. He didn't wish what had happened to him upon anyone, not even Lamont. It sounded stupid, but it was the truth. Lamont's death would bring him to the deepest pits of hell, and that was torture in itself. He would be forever reminded of those that he had killed without reason, and they would forever haunt him. Ed wanted him to die, there was no doubt about that. However, he could not torture. He didn't even want to see blood for a long time. He just couldn't handle it anymore. It made him sick and disgusted.

Death was a natural and normal occurrence in the cells in Lamont's home. Edmund saw it every day, and now he just wanted a break. It didn't help that he looked like a walking dead man himself. He just wanted to wash up and go to sleep, and not wake up for a good long time. But he was afraid of the nightmares that would plague him. Taking a deep breath, he exhaled softly and then looked over at Caspian as the man began to speak with emotion behind his voice. Edmund had heard this tone before. It was the tone the King has used for his soldiers before they were about to enter battle. Edmund felt as if he had already entered that battle, and had come out on the losing side. He listened however. He knew that he needed to because Caspian would help him accept this. His words were inspiring, there was no doubt about that. But Ed felt as if he wasn't deserving of such praise. He hadn't saved that little girl, and he hadn't been able to get anyone else out of the prisons. He was going to go back there when he could and free all that he could. That was a promise he had made to himself and to the others. The other prisoners had done all that they could to help him escape. They wanted the young king to get out alive. He was their hope. Edmund felt as if he didn't deserve the support he received. He looked to Caspian after the man had finished. "You speak as if I deserve such praise Caspian. The things that I have seen, and the things that I have done do not deserve such words. I couldn't save her, and I couldn't save the others. I know some of what you say is the truth. I'm supposed to be just, and I'm supposed to be fair. I can't lose myself in the face of my people, who were rotting in those cells. But I lost them when I left them. I need to go back and get them out Caspian. I need to go back so that they know I would never desert them. I need to go back so that they will live." He said with determination, his face setting and his eyes hardening. He would not leave them there to die. Standing from the stool he had been perched on, he swayed on his feet for a moment before regaining his balance. Mind games. All he has done was play mind games with me. I don't know who I am, or what's wrong or right anymore. What I do know is that even though Lamont deserves the torture I went through, and the torture that he puts people through, I cannot do it. I can't put someone what I've been through, even though it is Lamont. He will die, and he will suffer in that death. But I will not be the one to torture him. He has made me weak, I know that. But I can't kill him Caspian. I don't think I can face war for a time. However, I will get those people free, if it costs me my life or not. They deserve to be free." He was going to go to them as soon as he could make the journey, whether he was fully healed or not. It was up to Caspian to realize that, but Ed would not be stopped.

[Queen Susan the Gentle]

Susan rolled in her bed. the warmth that she had become used to from Caspian holding her as she slept was now gone, but she, lost in sleep, could not have known that was the cause. Her dreams continued on with meanings she did not understand or could not know, and ended with little more than a glimpse of an image in her mind and nothing else. But contiousness did come and she placed her hand against the cause, a smile forming on her lips as she did. "Silly little boy," She whispered to him, her voice still heavy with sleep, "Do you have to do that all the time?" This little one was strong inside her. She had felt his quickly growing body moving against her insides as if fighting for freedom already. But not all of his movements came from his exploration. Every now and then he'd get hiccups. They'd seem harmless to anyone else, just little rythmic jumps. But for some reason his hiccups were strong enough that they sometimes felt like kicks. A few more perfectly timed 'kicks' told her that this was just another bout of hiccups and she wasn't likely to be falling asleep again while he was at it. With a sigh she rolled onto her back and continued to run her hand up and down her child's home wondering just how much longer he would still be there. It couldn't be too long now. And she would have him in the forest, next to that tree just like she had with Galen. And Caspian would be there with her, telling her everything would be alright, that all the pain that came with delivering their child would be gone. She reached out a hand to take Caspian's, wanting his touch after the memory of such pain coursed through her memories, but it closed on nothing but the soft cloth of their bed.

"Caspian?" She called sitting up. How could he be gone? She didn't even feel him get up. What if something's happened to him? Making the decision to find him before she even bothered to question it she stood and reached for her bow. She was grateful that the strong wood remained strung from such a long time ago, though she had no doubt that the string might have slacked in its tention since then. She held her bow as if to fire, aiming for the window, and pulled the string back to her cheek. Her limps trembled just slightly at the effort, but it was still drawn just the same. Then putting her, quiver full with red fletched arrows, over her shoulder she left the safety of her room to the rest of the castle ready to face whatever sort of demons could hold her love now.

Every step was careful, every breath slow. She tried her very hardest to keep herself as silent as possible knowing demon's ears had to be sharp. But would that precaution even help her? Was it possible the demons here could smell her too? But she couldn't think about things like that, she needed to find Caspian. She stopped, swearing she heard something, but it was so faint she wasn't sure. You need to listen, that cursed voice told her, and she knew it was right. The stone walls of te castle could not absorb sound and it bounced off as light off a mirror. Eyes closed she listened as another sound came her way, much clearer this time now that she was paying attention. Slowly, very slowly to the point where it was almost painful, she followed it almost certain she heard the heavy accent of her husband. Closer and closer she came, almost stalking the sound until she was able to see where it was coming from. The kitchen. Caspian was in there, she was sure of that, and someone else, someone she was absolutly sure she should know. But the voice seemed different than the one person she could relate it too, so it couldn't be him.

Finally drawing a single arrow she stepped inside, quickly taking aim at the holder of the second voice, the never would the arrow fly. It took only a moment of seeing his face, bruised and broken as it was, to know. The weapon fell to the cold stone of the floor, almost forgotten by it's owner. "Edmond?" The name came out in just more than a whisper, as though she did not believe. Her brother had been gone for so long she was sure the Calmorens had killed him. Yet here he stood, wounded but far from dead. And without hesitation she closed the distance between her and her lost brother, throwing her arms around him and holding tight. "I knew we wouldn't loose you," She said, "I knew you'd come back to us. You just had to."

[King Caspian X]

"You don't need to be anything." he said, bowing his head to one side a moment as if he was thinking. "But you do need to be exactly what you want to be. And you need to be what the situation requires. And yes, this situation requires justice and nobility." But Lamont's death did not. There would be nothing noble or just about it. And if Edmund couldn't do it, Caspian would. For his people. For his family. For his country, and for himself. That was when Edmund stood, and for a moment he wondered if the boy would fall over. But he had made it this far, and he wasn't about to fall down now. "We will get them out. Alive." he said. "And Lamont will die." One way or another, Lamont would die.

There was a clash, and Caspian stood sharply. But it was only Susan, her bow fallen on the floor. "This is what you are, Edmund." he nodded at Susan as she embraced him. "Brother, brother-in-law, uncle, and King. This is what's right. You are a champion chess player. You're above his games." He joined them in their hug, careful of Edmund's wrist. Then he stood behind Susan and stroked her belly with both his palms, taking in her scent as he rested his head on her shoulder. "Edmund is going to bathe and rest beside you." he told her. "I'll be awake for a while now."

[Edmund]

Edmund didn't know what to do with himself. He felt as if he had failed his people, and above all failed his family. Lucy was dead. Peter was who knew where, and assumed dead as well. He didn't know if he had been the cause of those deaths or not, but he certainly didn't prevent them. And he certainly hadn't prevented the deaths in the cells. He had had the chance. He knew he could have put up more of a fight than he had. The truth was, Edmund had slowly been dying in those cells. He had thought he had nothing else to live for until that little girl came along. She gave him hope and support, and most of all, she showed that the people were not giving up. So he could not give up. He needed to be stronger than he was, and get past his injuries and his weaknesses. He needed to escape those cells and bring whoever he could with him. If he had only been able to take her with him. He would have felt much better about himself. The people in the cells had urged him to go, and he couldn't swallow the guilt that he now felt.

Biting his lower lip, he sighed softly and listened to Caspian speak. He didn't know how the King did it. He was so supportive and helpful, and Ed felt like he didn't deserve it. Taking a deep breath, he exhaled and nodded his head. He understood what Caspian was saying, and he was more than grateful that the King was behind him in his decision. Maybe his survival had shown Caspian that Ed could do this. He could be strong and he could fight and handle himself. Maybe now they wouldn't keep him trapped and cooped up in the castle. It wasn't what Ed needed now. He looked down for another moment, and finally spoke. "I know what I need to do Caspian. I know what I'm here for. I was supposed to be taken so that I could see those people. It was so that I could see that people were still fighting, and that I needed to keep fighting too. They showed me something down there that I will never forget. I'm meant to bring them home." He finished honestly and quietly, making eye contact with the King in front of him. Caspian would understand. He had to understand.

It was then that Edmund heard the crash. He jumped visibly, and even though his wrist was broken, he reached across the counter from where he had laid the knife down before. Clutching it in his wounded hand, he turned around quickly and basically lost his balance because of his weakened state. His knees threatened to buckle, and he had to drop the knife to grab onto the counter with both hands. A small cry erupted from him as he felt his broken wrist grind together. He needed to be more careful, and he needed to be less jumpy. But who could blame him after what he went through? However, he saw why the other weapon had been dropped. It was Susan. Susan was here now, and Ed felt instantly at peace over seeing his older sister. As she embraced him, he closed his eyes and wrapped his arms around her as well, hearing her words. She hadn't given up hope over him. "I tried getting out sooner. I'm sorry Susan. I'm so sorry." He whispered to his sister, listening to Caspian's words and just nodding his head. As Caspian joined the embrace, Edmund felt loved and supported for the first time in a very long time. He didn't want to break the embrace with his sister, but he knew he couldn't hold on forever. Finally pulling away, he watched as Caspian held onto Susan. He wondered if he would ever have that love. It seemed so rare these days.

[Queen Susan the Gentle]

Susan felt warm tears form in her eyes as joy overflowed in her to the point where she hardly noticed the next hiccup. When they were together, all of them, there was nothing that could be wrong. She half expected to hear some clever insult or fierce growl from behind and instantly look to find Caspian blocking her view a he protected her from their enemy. They always seemed to know the happiest moments in their lives and ruin them. But they wern't here now and Susan could finally focus on the fact that her lost brother had finally come home.

"What are you appologizing for?" She asked him, "We should have at least been able to find you. I should be the one who's sorry." She gently ran her fingertips across one of the wounds on his face, biting back some motherly coment. "How bad are the injuries? Nothing deep right?" But Susan stopped when Caspian spoke. "And why won't you be going to sleep?" She asked, her voice suddenly spiked with fear and firm to the point where it was almost commanding, "Besides, what are you going to do, wander the castle aimlessly? You're coming to bed, Caspian, and you're staying with me."

[King Caspian X]

"His wrist is broken." he informed her for Edmund, and he left out the 'L' on his chest. Edmund would tell her about it if he wanted. It was a wound that he might want to keep private. But the young king would have to explain his own apologies. They were far too in-depth for Caspian to feel comfortable repeating them without causing them injustice by messing them up.

Susan was difficult to argue with alone. But here, in her pregnancy and in the company of their newly regained family member, Caspian gave in to her. Somewhat. After all, they couldn't all three, well, four, sleep in the same bed. Caspian couldn't sleep at all. He was awake now. And yes, he had been planning on wandering. A trip to the library and a stroll in the courtyard had been on his to-do list for the early hours, but they were scratched off now. "I will stay and write paperwork at the desk in our bedroom." he said softly to her, and then softer still, that Edmund couldn't hear, "He needs to sleep beside you. You of all people should know why, my darling." The poor lad had nightmares. Caspian had nightmares. Susan, especially, had nightmares. And he was her brother, and she his sister. He needed comfort that only Susan could give him.

[Edmund]

Edmund couldn't believe that he was safe. He couldn't believe that he was here with his sister and his basic brother. He didn't want to be in any other place, and that much was obvious. The young man took a deep breath as he remained within his sister's arms. He didn't want to cry because he had been so strong when it came to that until now, but his emotions were on high. He wouldn't break yet, simply because he couldn't. He had to be strong for his sister and he had to be strong for everyone here. He was a King afterall. It was his job to show that he had the strength to keep going on even when everything else looked as if it was failing. Sighing to himself as Susan released him, he heard her words and just shook his head slightly. He didn't know how to explain the sorrow and the guilt that he felt. "There's nothing for you to be sorry for Susan. You couldn't possible know where I was. You didn't know how long my mission would take me." He said honestly, looking into her eyes once more. He didn't know how he was handling these positive emotions. To be loved again was to live again.

Edmund's smile was honest and true, and he spoke softly as he explained his reasons as to why he was so sorry. "I didn't fight hard enough for you, or for Caspian, or for Narnia. I didn't save the people down there Susan. I'm the only one who got out. I let him beat me when I should have fought harder. I gave up, and I can never be forgive for that. I should have never left." He finished, not even voicing half of what he needed to get off of his chest. He took a deep breath and exhaled softly, relieved to be here now. He didn't know what he would have done without his family for much longer. As she touched his wounds, he fought the urge to wince and then shook his head at her question. He wasn't ready to tell her that Lamont had branded him. He wasn't ready to let her know that he would forever remember that man and his crimes. "I'm fine. My wrist is broken, but that's as bad as it gets." He said, looking down at the fractured limb. It was swollen twice the size it should be, but he was ignoring that. It was throbbing, but he was so used to it that he could push it away. The fact that he was half the size he should be, emaciated, and dirty had nothing to do with his injuries. He just needed to eat and sleep to be honest. He stood by as Caspian spoke to Susan, and found that he needed to sleep before he fell over. "I'm going to go wash up. I'll meet you upstairs." He explained, reaching the for the knife on the counter and bringing it with him. It just went to show how jumpy and untrusting he was, even of their own home.

Ed washed up rather quickly, although the warm water was welcomed. He didn't want to get out, but he was going to fall asleep where he sat if he didn't. Pushing himself up with his good wrist, he went to his old chambers and picked out clean clothes. They didn't fit him any longer, and he looked as if he was swimming in the tan shirt and black pants. He couldn't change that, but he hoped Susan wouldn't say too much. As for his wrist, he wrapped it to the best of his ability, but it really needed to be looked at by a professional. He could wait a little longer because he had already waited so long. He hurried along to Susan's room with a bit of a limp to his step, hoping that he could just collapse into bed. He knocked on the door, wondering if they had made it up here yet. He had left Caspian and her alone to discuss what they needed to talk about and now he just needed to sleep.

[Queen Susan the Gentle]

"Oh stop it," She told him as he continued on with his reasons. She had done that, appologizing for her poor decisions over and over again, but in truth at the time she had thought they were what was best. "You are here and that is what is important. It's good that you didn't try to save everyone by yourself. Look how hurt you are. But now that you're here we know what's happened, you can lead us to lamont, and we can drive him back to hell with a proper army. You did what needed to be done." When he told her his wrist was only broken she unwrapped herself from her brother, taking his hand in hers and runher fingertips gently along the swolen skin. It was not hard to believe what he had said. Not only was it broken, but the skin was a deep, painful-looking purple as well. Susan had taken charge of Lucy's cordial after the young queen's death. She had thought to use it to take care of her brother's injury, but a simple splint and cast could heal this with time.

Susan moved into her husband's arms as her brother left, another hiccup striking against her insides. She kissed his neck tenderly, just below his jaw, just needing to share her joy with something. Her brother was home! "I guess I do," She finally answered, "But I just don't want you running around too much. Every time one of us is away from the other something horrible happens. You don't know how worried I was when I woke up." She shuddered, both of cold and memory of fear, and leaned closer to his chest.