New room has no window, so I don't know time.
I wake because pacing didn't stop.
In old room, chair creak outside door was rhythm, creak, creak, pause. In this new room, study next to his bedroom, wall is stone but thin, old stone, and I hear everything.
Three steps left. Three steps right. Bed creak when he sits, then stands again.
I press ear to wall. Cold.
He is not sleeping. Again.
Since poison, he doesn't sleep much. Healer said one day sleep, but he woke in six hours and never went back to deep sleep. I hear him at night through old wall too, but now wall is thin, so louder.
I count. He paced for one hour after we moved rooms. Then sat. Then paced again.
My palm scar itches. My chest cut itches. Copper taste still faint in mouth from biting bomb.
I sit up in new floor nest.
