It is some hours before Bruce finally began to stir. He felt the brush of fur against his side as he moved and turned to see. His smile was weak. She was here beside him, even after the terrible things he was sure he had done. That thing was a menance and this was just one more reason to get rid of it. He never wanted Anna to see him that way.

With no small amount of difficulty, Bruce pushed himself up and looked around to take in his surroundings. Her tent. He recognized it, spent quite a bit of time in it. How long had it been? How much time had he lost? He would ask Anna when she realized he was awake. For now, though, he would just lie back down and let the weariness run its course.