Although as soon as he had the time, he'd try to inflate the mattress or make up some other kind of bed.
He laid her down next to the fireplace. She opened her eyes and looked up at him, her wolf's expression tired.
"I'll be back, Cassie. I'll get some wood and build a fire. Just stay here."
She closed her eyes, and he worried she might get sicker before she was better, as lethargic as she was.
"Cassie?" He crouched in front of her and touched her nose. It was wet and cool. He knew that a warm, dry nose didn't immediately signify illness. Lethargy, in addition to it, and loss of appetite could be more serious. "I'll... I'll be right back."
He headed for the door and turned to look at her, but she didn't open her eyes or acknowledge in any way that she knew he was leaving.
The thought did go through his mind that she was only faking it and that as soon as he left her, she'd run off again. Hell. He hated second-guessing her.
