"I know." Kyna sets the boots aside and brushes her fingertips against his cheek. "Stay here. I'll be back."

It takes her a while to return, mostly because she has to clean up the vomit, and that's not exactly fun, but when she gets back, she has a glass of water in one hand and a damp cloth in the other. She perches on the edge of the bed beside him, setting the glass on the bedside table and laying the cloth over his forehead. "Better?"