They remained on the island for another day, Eva fretting every moment over Madden who, freed from his cell and given plenty of exercise and nourishment, recovered with remarkable swiftness.
As they lay together at night, Eva could barely sleep. She watched Madden, taking in every line of his face, the way his breathing was difficult because of the ribs, the pain of his mere existence that shone through when he wasn’t guarding against it. Only in sleep was the true face revealed. The scent of stale sweat still lingered where he had dumped his clothes. Eva couldn’t fault him for that. He was exhausted.
The next morning, Madden appeared almost back to his normal self, but for small bandages round his wrists and a slight wince when he turned. He said nothing to anybody during breakfast, or
