Alex shook his head. He didn't want a nap, didn't want to talk. "I couldn't sleep, not now." She scooted closer and he held out his hand, taking hers and keeping it when she tucked it into his.
"And there's not much to talk about," he said dully. "My eyes are healthy. There's nothing left of the Dark Magic. There's no reason for me not to see. But I don't. And they don't know why."
He closed his eyes, not that it mattered, and leaned his head back against the cold glass of the window.