Her head rests on his shoulder and she sighs quietly, eyes closing. It’s so odd to trust someone like this, but it’s not just because of the medicine that she knows he won’t drop her or let her come to harm. She’s too tired to be embarrassed yet over the fact that he brings in her chair and wand.

She gently (strength is stolen with the strength of the medicine) grasps his hand as he goes to leave. “I’d like that,” she says. She hopes it’s not pity that has him coming back.

“Sure you can’t play hooky?” She knows he can’t, but her tongue is quite loosened. “You could stay here with me.” The fact that she’s now in bed and she’s effectively inviting him into it isn’t something that will occur to her until after she wakes up.

She finally tells him goodbye and she’s asleep almost before he’s out of the room, curled up and burrowed under the covers, one hand pressed under her cheek.