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[e_delmar]

Ain't nothin' but a normal room. Pretty one, too, if'n you don't think too hard on what's goin' on in there. Ennis' sleeping more now, at least -- the drugs help with that -- but he's still awake a lot (and damn grumpy about it, too. But he ain't no less grumpy about the sleep, neither).

But he's there, and at least that's something.

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[the_seafarer]

There are things, Caspian supposes, he should say. Diplomatic things that his advisors would have suggested, but in the end?

Those same advisors were as wordless as he. But they smiled, and gave him their hands, and so he does the same now, and tries not to think of the other sickbeds

deathbeds

he has sat at.

[e_delmar]

It's quiet, there in the room, but out the window, Ennis can hear the animals and the wind and the trees. And it doesn't take long before his breath evens and his body relaxes, and he sleeps, hand in hand with a king.