Jin said nothing while the healing was going on. She didn't want to hear Korlash's cries of pain, and found herself quietly humming a child's song under her breath. That was enough to distract her somewhat, but she was still angry. She'd told him his wounds would get worse, and he hadn't listened. When all was done, and Korlash made his way to her, she said nothing. Then his hand touched her back, and she let out a silent sigh. He didn't understand at all, did he? He was telling her to calm down, and yet he hadn't even accepted why she was actually upset. It was less the fact that he had nearly died, and more the fact that he expected her to not feel horrible about that. He expected her to leave, to act like she didn't care for him.

In truth, it felt more like he did not care for her, in some twisted way.

She did not move until she felt the even sound of his breathing. Slowly extracting herself from under his hand, she found an unused blanket in the corner, and spread it over Korlash. Then she curled up near him, so that her back was against his side. She fell into an uneasy sleep that was filled with an old nightmare.