It felt so much more like coming home, having her properly at his side again. It felt easier to relax into the healing poultices do their work, to lean back properly into the bed and rest as the physicians had been asking him to.

His grip on her hand was weak, but his fingers did their best to curl around hers when she kissed them. His attention, although fading slightly, was focused as much as he could on her face.

"I don't... know if any... anyone else did." It weighed on him, even in his hazy state. The victory helped to make sense of it, but not to take the loss away. "It... it was bad, Anne."