She watched him sleep, not surprised that he'd asked her to stay. She
kept her promise, stayed by his side, kept the light on. He'd gone
through unspeakable horror that day, and she'd missed it, relaxing in
the sun, with every comfort. How could she have been so wrong, leaving
him to his manic devices? Perhaps she'd have put herself in danger,
but at least he'd have had a friend. He shifted, frowning, muttering,
"...because I'm clever...let me help you...let me go! Molto
bene...allons-y..." She stroked his hair until he calmed,
and promised him she'd never let him go again.