Will swallowed the pills down and covered a jaw-cracking yawn. “Hot bath, hot breakfast,” he said. “The sun will come out tomorrow.” He kissed Tuck and then settled himself as comfortably as he could, curling on his side with his pillow bunched underneath his head. Yes, he would need his injuries seen to. He should probably do it now as Tuck had suggested. He was just too exhausted to make himself. He mumbled a, “love you, g’night,” and closed his eyes, comfortable and only being watched by one person, who actually cared what became of him.