Chevalier was sitting on one of the chairs, looking into the fireplace. She saw a domed tray by him and her stomach turned. She was suddenly feeling exceptionally hungry. She slid out of bed and took a few steps before the world moved out from under her. She saw blackness creeping into her vision and felt herself falling. Strong arms wrapped around her and put her in bed. She wrapped her arms around his neck, “Don’t go.” He smiled and sat down, pulling her onto his lap as he cradled her, “You shouldn’t get up. The doctor says you have a concussion.” “Just don’t let go,” she said, and leaned her head against his shoulder. “How are you feeling?” he asked, kissing the top of her head. “My head hurts,” she whispered, and tightened her grip on him. “I’m not going anywhere, Em.” “Are the heku I ashed going to be ok?” she whispered. She felt him chuckle, “Yes, they have a new respect for you now though.” “I feel bad about that.” “Don’t, it was our fault.
