p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"Sebastian slept. He had done nothing else all day, even while she was cleaning his wounds and applied the Iratze. In his sleep, resembled more to /spanClary stroked his face. If she didn't know with whom she was dealing, she said he was the picture of innocence. It was easy, then, to forget what he had done only a few months before. She gave way to the shower's lure, but it didn't help to calm her nerves. She looked for a book to keep awake and lay alongside Sebastian. His hair between her fingers were more useful than Dickens./p