She smiles and leans forward, placing a gentle kiss on his lips to alleviate his pain, "It doesn't really hurt much, but I am sure it is tender."

Nodding, he rests his head back against the pillow, "Let's get some sleep."

Coral drifts in and out for a few hours, tucked in her mate's arms. Half way through the night, she finally gives up on trying to sleep and she slips out of his grasp, walking to the water pitcher to take a sip. She cannot figure out why she is having such trouble; quietly looking through her medicine case for some chamomile to steep into some tea, a thought...