I pass the night quite calmly, for someone that was poisoned.
The Duke warmed the room, and he made sure that I ate properly. He even touched my forehead to check my temperature. I was afraid Alexander would continue to inspect just for the sake of it. Yet, he didn't ask me to show my wounds, for once.
He brought a carafe to my side of the bed and a glass. Then, he lay down next to me and talked with me late into the night. He caressed my hair and hugged me gently, making attention not to touch my wound.
The bruise is now more annoying than hurting. I can't wait for it to disappear.
I've just woken up and, from the dark in the room, I suppose it's dawn.
The Duke is still sleeping. He's slightly snoring: he must be tired. His right arm is under his head, and the left is surrounding my waist. Well, rather than my waist, it's my lower back. Shall I consider this as not inconveniencing my wound as well?
