"Rest," he urged gently, settling back with Krem held to him. Gannicus was, maybe, pleased with himself if it was true he had tired Krem out. He knew how little he slept some nights.

He ended up dozing off for a while after Krem closed his eyes, but before long he woke. As Krem slept, Gannicus's mind fell to brooding - thoughts he dedicated considerable time to keeping at bay. But he was sober, and he would not move for fear of disturbing Krem's rest. So instead he watched him, taking in the peace on his face.

Soon he would have surgery, and Gannicus could not help but worry. How many had loved him and found unlucky, violent end? The thought that Krem could find similar fate haunted him.