He smiled, peering at her as though he could see her face, lovely even if she claimed she wasn't. She promised not to eat his tongue, and he grinned wider, anticipating her movements this time, leaning gently against her. Her touch, the caress against his scarred cheek, the arm she wrapped around him in a gesture that was more than friendly, far more intimate. 

When she broke back and spoke, he exhaled, unaware he'd been holding his breath. He could feel her warmth, smell her skin, and the soap she'd last bathed with. "I -" He began, trying to put words to it. "I think we should go inside for some tea. Or I might keep you here all night."

[hr]
He woke to the sound of voices. 

As if in a trance, Ruli sat upright, his eyes unfocused, his head turning. It was so quiet, but the singing. It was lovely. Outside his room. Maybe outside the inn. He couldn't tell. Listening to it made him feel... [i]peaceful.[/i]
Slowly, he shifted, turning to put his feet on the floor. [i]Don't get out of bed.[/i] Ruli felt his eyes blink more than he saw the world dim for a moment. Slow. Heavily. He wasn't sure who had spoken the words, but, unlike the voice, it made him uneasy. Cold. 
Suppose the bed was warm. Maybe that was why he shouldn't get out. Stay in bed. With her. The fighter. 

So Ruli remained, sitting upright, eyes open, yet unseeing, listening to the song.