It was a narrow fit, barely big enough for one, but he wasn't about to complain. The bed was much more comfortable than his reed mats on the forest floor, and it was made all the more comfortable by Arthur's warm weight. He stroked his fingers through his hair, longer than it was when they first met, and still that lovely shade of umber gold.

His other hand was trailing along his back, over his spine and ribs, pleased he could feel more flesh than bone now that Arthur was returning to a more healthy weight.

For the first time in a while, the Medicine Seller made sincere plans for the future, before his racing mind ran out of steam and he too drifted off.