"Shut up," she ordered, in a good natured sort of way. "You think I'd abandon you, when you might need a fourth helping of soup or something?" she teased, moving to the side of the bed. She pressed her hand against his forehead, her brow furrowed, but his temperature seemed normal for a human. He was certainly looking and sounding better, which was a relief. "Lighting struck the beach," she supplied in response to his question. "Usually when that happens, you get a lump of rock. But sometimes, if the sand's right, it spreads out into little branches of glass." She shrugged, sitting on the edge of the bed. "It's pretty."
She didn't really keep a lot of "pretty" things in her life. She'd gone through a phase, in her early days as a demon, with collecting the most ridiculously lavish jewelry she could get her hands on. All the things she'd never been able to have in her human life, she'd hoarded like a dragon. Where all those trinkets were now, she had no idea. Like so many other things, they'd lost their appeal and been left behind long ago.
Meg laughed at his comment. So he wanted to be awake, did he?
"What could you possibly have to do that you want to be awake for?" she asked. As far as she could tell, the only times he hadn't really been suffering these past few days where when he'd been asleep. Why would he want to abandon that? "Got another hot date to get to?" she winked at him, remembering his last one. Well, she was pretty hot, if she did say so herself. "You'll make a girl feel jealous," she teased. It was easier to tease him about their fucked up little relationship now. Things had shifted between them just enough that she no longer fought it as hard. Maybe it was just that he was weak and needed her. Maybe she'd go back to that fearful state once he was well again and could choose to leave. For the moment, however, she was content to keep him tethered to her with promises of hot soup and cough drops.