Nicasi opened his eyes to find Lysander carrying another tray of tea into the bedroom. Judging by the angle of the sunlight filtering through the open window, he'd slept half the afternoon away. A breeze lifted the sheer curtains, beckoning Nicasi to come outside.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to wake you just yet." Lysander placed the tray on the bedside table.
A couple days had passed since Nicasi had first regained consciousness. He'd spent them alone with Lysander, who'd unwaveringly devoted his attention to making sure Nicasi was well-fed and well-rested, amongst other things.
"I didn't mean to fall asleep in the first place." Nicasi muttered groggily as he sat up in bed. He yawned and stretched his arms overhead, pleasantly surprised to find that this time, the movements didn't hurt at all. "How many naps do I really need?"
