They’re both in need of some peace and quiet and food and sleep, and the closer they inch towards it, the harder it is to remain patient.

She quirks a smile, tugging playfully at his sleeve. “Wine, too.” The injuries are the worst on her hands and arms, but her legs are smattered with bruises from her tumble against the river’s rocks. She rests back against the bed’s pillows as he works, letting her eyes sink closed a moment. “Rest of the crew’s okay?”