He shifted and got up, a little dizzy at first. When had he last eaten?

"Let me examine that cut first and stitch it up if it needs it," he said, slipping an arm around her and leading her barefoot towards the door. "Then we'll see if we can't get cleaned up properly."

Smiling and more comfortable than he'd been in a long time, he kissed her lightly on the cheek. It was going to be a bit of a wrench to send her on back to Birkin, but perhaps he wouldn't mind sharing once in a while. Either that or Birkin was going to freak out on him for the cuts. He'd just have to see.