Eralia’s POV
After I help Benny to the couch, I head back toward the hallway, turning back to look at the strong military man who is sprawled out on his back, a silhouette in the darkness of the living room.
Turning around, I make my way back to the bathroom, stepping inside and picking up the dirty clothes and wash cloth, placing them in the laundry basket beside the shower cubicle before turning off the light and closing the door.
I then turn to my left, walking the few paces to Benny’s spare room, turning the door handle as quietly as I can and pushing it open. The curtains are still open, casting light over the room and illuminating the three lumps that are under the covers. Heavy, even breathing reaches my ears, and I release a soft sigh of relief. They are OK, physically at least
