Soren would have fallen asleep if he could have, but the pain on his hands and wrists was too much. When he flexed his hands, he winced and cried out a little. He barely noticed when a smaller, cooler hand touched his forehead, moving to push his singed hair out of his face. He did notice when his hands felt better, when his stomach grew less upset, when he was overcome with sleep.
Sadako padded to Cassidy and ruffled his hair a little. "You should sleep as well."