She said nothing the whole time he fussed over her wounds. Nothing while cleaned her up, not while she was helped in to clean clothing and nothing while he led her into bed as if he actually thought she was going to be able to sleep.
Right.
Ninkasi's mind was far to busy to be able to sleep even with the physical decompression from the fight. She'd had worse. She'd done worse. But she'd only ever been more emotionally frightened of the consequences than she was now... and that was during the war. The big war... the one that left her fleeing her own people.
She tried though. She tried to sleep, for Kratos, because he wanted her to. Instead she just laid there, fingers curled tightly around the hem of the blanket and listening to every small sound in the house, wondering what he was doing now. What he was thinking about her. If she was some horrible monster to him now. If he'd left. If he'd ever come back.
It was too quiet suddenly and panic set in. He'd gone? He had been just in the kitchen a moment ago. Did he really leave? Ninkasi sat up and gently swung her legs off the side of the bed -she was going to investigate.
Ninkasi was only halfway down the hall when she could hear him again, but by that point there was no reason to retreat back to bed as she was not going to fall asleep anyway and instead continued onward to the kitchen. Rather nervously, because the chances of getting a heartbreaking answer were a little too high for her to want to think about, she asked quietly, "are... umm... are we okay?"
If he said no, it was going to crush her, but after that scene Bast provoked... she couldn't blame him.