Marcus hesitated, looking at the narrow cot as if worried it might not hold their combined weight.  "I, I'm not sure if I'm supposed to,"  He started to say, but it wasn't like he could deny her anything really.  And he supposed he did feel a little tired...No way was he going to admit to himself that he felt like the undead.  Moving stiffly, joints protesting and aching from over use and poor care, he sat up and shrugged off his rifle.  After laying it down on the ground next to the cot, Marcus eased himself down on it next to Rin. Sitting up though, he refused to take a nap.  Instead he draped one arm possessively around Rin and hid his face in her hair.  "Few days,"  He murmured, voice muffled slightly.  "Right after we got here.  They couldn't ship you up to a freight, had to keep you down here for treatment."  How angry he had been upon hearing that, Kyle had had to practically drag him out of the medical tent to keep him from attacking the short tempered little fellow that had delivered the news in the first place.