Roland took her hand, rolling onto his side to kiss her cheek in return. "For what?" Shaking his head, he turned onto his back, closing his eyes again, but didn't let go of her hand. "We all need our sleep. You should try to rest."

As if sleep was likely for either of them. He certainly couldn't feel it coming on. His arm was aching, and that was the most manageable of the pains he felt. But he lay there, holding her hand, and let his breathing smooth back out into low, shallow waves, and waited for pretence to become reality.