She shuddered weakly in her sleep, crying out faintly. Might be a very interesting dream, he thought. He wondered if any of his group featured in it. He rolled her onto her back gently. He didn’t want to wake her just now, as difficult as it might be anyway. She was limp, boneless as he moved her. As she slept, he took the opportunity to look over her body again, at his leisure this time. Her slender wrists were chafed, and still bore rope marks. There were also rope marks where Kurt had bound her elbows, but they seemed to be fading. He moved to her feet, to see what damage they might have suffered so far. He brushed the dirt and bits of leaves away carefully, and was glad to see that, aside from some bruising, they seemed okay. There was some chafing visible at her ankles, from when they
