He'd finally managed to get some sleep, only after Luna had drifted off beside him. It was the sound of voices in the room that woke him, after the night before Rolf didn't think he'd be sleeping very deeply for quite some time. A slow smile crossed his face when he saw both Lori and Sandy there at the foot of the bed looking over his chart.
"So what's the prognosis?" He asked his son with a small grin, keeping his voice low to keep from waking Luna just yet. "Am I going to make it?" He knew the answer already, he'd dealt with a great number of Healers up to this point, but he liked hearing it from Lori too.