With Ruby's help, Sam flopped back onto the bed. Head finding the pillow, he brought his arm around to rest against the side that she'd hit at and looked up at her. The bed felt good. The room was a lot warmer than the outside too. He'd definitely be able to rest for a while before he woke again. Probably well through the morning and even late into the afternoon, if things went the way that they had been going since he had gotten here.
He looked a little bit confused when she started to mess around with his feet. Sam didn't fight it though. He was tired and sore. There wasn't any point. "Yes," he promised, "I will." He was tired. Sam had spent too much time shedding tears, breaking things, and getting beaten up to not be.
Squinting off at Ruby, Sam settled back and asked cautiously, "You gonna leave?"