Pacing slowly through the darkness, Elan remembered the location of things from his time cleaning. Any knowledge was useful. Reaching under the pillow, he found her pyjamas where she kept them. He disregarded the trouser portion because she was feverish so she would be warm, and this would be more entertaining without.

Sitting beside her once again, he gently reached for her glasses to set them aside on the nightstand.

"Here you are, Shelley."