"Good! Great! When he wakes up he'll be hungry and I'll tell him it's your fault for letting him starve!" Britille said before disappearing into the corridor. Syria chuckled to herself as she moved to put the wet towel over Calder's forehead.
Calder kept his eyes shut and enjoyed Syria's touch as she placed the towel gingerly, almost afraid to wake him. The cool feeling from the wet towel felt amazing against his skin and he just wanted to melt into the bed he was laying in. Everything felt soft and cozy and his leg and hands were already feeling better. The best feeling was the warm breath against his lips.