Octavia was not asleep, but she lay with her head propped against the soft deep pillows, cradling John’s body in her arms. He began to stir, and finally opened his eyes. For just a moment she saw an unusual expression—a mixture of resignation and grief—in his face. And then he smiled. “Have I been asleep for long?” “Six hours.” He frowned, wriggling to a sitting position. “I’m sorry, love.” “It doesn’t matter,” she told him. He looked away, although he held her hand. “Are you hungry?” she asked. He ran a hand through his hair. “Not so much. Tell me what has been going on here with you.” “Not before I ring for something to eat. Or tea, at least.” It was a full half hour before he finished the tray of food that was brought to them, though he picked at it more than eating it wholeheartedly, sitting at the small table and gazing out into the street.
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