He woke to moonlight and a blanket draped over his shoulders, his fingertips still measuring the steady pulse in Watson's wrist. A newspaper left folded by his hand proclaimed Lord Blackwood's death and the arrest of his co-conspirators, and the lilac scent upon the paper identified the source as Miss Morstan, so he was not surprised to see her when he raised his head.
"If we pull the other bed over," she observed quietly, "you can get some sleep, and he'll still see that you're all right when he wakes up."
"You would do that?"
"He cares for you, too."