[Kyna picks at the food and watches with her heart in her throat when the nurses check on Wash. Every time, she's afraid they'll say something is wrong, but they don't. It's business as usual, apparently. It's a relief when the cuffs come off, and she half expects the next guard to say something about it, but he doesn't. She wraps herself in the blanket and waits.
By the time the wee hours of the morning roll around, Kyna is so exhausted that she finally gives in and folds her arms on the mattress and lays her head down, promising herself she won't fall asleep. And she doesn't, or not quite. She's half-dozing when she feels his fingers twitch, and for a second, she thinks she might be imagining it. She lifts her head, squeezing his hand.]
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By the time the wee hours of the morning roll around, Kyna is so exhausted that she finally gives in and folds her arms on the mattress and lays her head down, promising herself she won't fall asleep. And she doesn't, or not quite. She's half-dozing when she feels his fingers twitch, and for a second, she thinks she might be imagining it. She lifts her head, squeezing his hand.]
Wash?