They'd given him something to sleep and he'd gone to sleep alone, so when he opened his eyes and saw Wren sitting there, he was surprised. "Hey," he said softly, smiling at her. "You came."
He wanted to leap out of bed and kiss her, and never let go, but his injuries wouldn't let him. There wasn't much the Healers could do for werewolf bites, even if they hadn't happened in wolf form. They'd slathered him with some sort of salve, fed him some potions, and cast a few spells, but they mostly had to heal on their own.