Rogue sipped at her ginger ale while he searched for a book, trying to get as much of it in her as she could so it might help settle her stomach, and so she could set it down when he came back. She wanted to curl up beside him while he read, to be able to concentrate on the sound of his voice and not have to worry about dumping the ice cold drink all over herself.

When he did return, she could tell from the shape of the book and its thinness that it was a children's book. She'd seen enough of them over the years, but he didn't show her the cover until he'd settled and given her an explanation of why he'd chosen it. Not that it was needed - as soon as she saw the cover, she smiled, the largest one she'd managed since waking.

"I love this story," she assured him, setting her drink on the nightstand and moving closer to him. She was still going slow, her motions like being underwater, but she relaxed as she leaned into his side and set her head on his shoulder.