Glancing over at her, he's rather touched. She'd stayed and made sure he was okay, hadn't touched his mask, and hadn't given him over to the mob, despite what a good bargaining chip he'd make. She could've probably gotten her freedom by handing him over. But she hadn't.
Carefully propping himself up on an elbow, he has to clench his teeth to keep from making any noise as he ends up pulling stitches accidentally. He doesn't want to wake her while he tries to get out of bed.
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