You woke up, bells, days, weeks, later. Stirring from a coma that Zenos had managed to put you in. To your right, a table with medicine, and cold, stale food. To your left, an ashen blonde man, resting his head on the bed, using his arms as pillows. Eyebags marring his usually striking and well-taken-care-of face.

You grunt as you force yourself to sit up completely, stirring Thancred awake instantly. His eyes snap to yours, pale gold eyes wide with fear and tears, hugging you tight, crying softly into your shoulder.

"I thought we lost you... I missed you... so damn much..."