“So you are back.”
He was content to look at her, and she understood the happy indolence in his eyes.
“You should have sent me a message. How long have you been ill?”
She sat down on the edge of the bed, and held one of his hands.
“I am not complaining.”
“No?”
“To wake up like this, and suddenly see you, here. But, little woman, you ought not to be here.”
“Who says so?”
“I do. I don’t want you ill.”
“Indeed!”