The next morning, I was in bed, with a rather hard pillow under my head. I tried to roll away and grab another one, but then I felt an arm pinning me on the spot.
"If you roll, you'll fall," Marty's voice said.
I opened my eyes. He was lying next to me, his head resting on his elbow, his other hand firmly holding me.
I freed myself from his hand, rolling him over until he was lying on his back, me sitting beside him.
"Are you feeling well?" I asked. "And how did I end up in the bed? I remember sitting in the armchair. Don't tell me I sleep-walked."
"I won't," Marty said. "I couldn't allow a lady to sleep on a sofa while I slept on the bed. So when the effect of the healing sphere exhausted itself, I pulled you into the bed."
I slapped his shoulder.
"The Healer said you should rest,"
