Misa stirred awake from another one of Tika's memories, mindful of a hand gripping her wrist, gently prying her off of something warm and hard and wonderful. She groaned and tightened her arm, snuggling closer to Royle's chest.
She felt him pause then settle back down with a small sigh. He brushed her hair back. "Did I wake you?"
"Mmm-mmm." She squinted one eye open. The room was still dark. "What time is it?"
Royle didn't reply. Misa rubbed the sleep out of her eyes so she could study him. He was staring at her, though it seemed he wasn't really seeing her. There was exhaustion evident beneath his eyes and the paleness of his skin.
"Did you manage to get any sleep?" Misa asked, suddenly worried. She touched her hand to his forehead, wondering if he'd gotten ill sometime in the night.
