Megumi stirred slightly, when Kenshin called her name. She’d been in the process of falling back asleep with her hands still covering her face and had been half dreaming of running down metal corridors, peering into empty rooms, looking for her brother, for Kenshin, for someone else who she couldn’t quite recall.

“Mmm,” still half asleep, she sighed contentedly, smiling at the heat and light from a space heater and a comforting hand on her shoulder. “Good Morning, Ken-san,” Thrilled to be waking up warm, she rolled onto her back, and stretched, the vertebrae in her back popping as she moved sleep stiffened muscles. “I hope you slept well, that I didn’t snore,” she murmured pleasantly, still not quite fully awake. “Never slept by anyone before,” she yawned then sat up in the futon, “so I wasn’t quite sure.”

She woke up a little more when Kenshin announced that he was going to do laundry AND fix breakfast. (He’s very good at laundry) Megumi knew this as surely as she knew the radioactive decay rate of cadmium, but that wasn’t the point.

“Oh, no. You shouldn’t have to do anything. Please…let me help – at least let me fix breakfast,” she offered warmly. It was a good morning, a safe and warm beginning to what she was determined to make an even better day. “It’s the least I can do after having had such a good night’s sleep.” She smiled and got out of bed, then set about to making the futon.

“You’re still a little feverish, I think,” she commented as she folded up the spare blanket, “but you’re moving much better than before.” She stifled another yawn, hiding it behind her hand, “How’s your shoulder feeling?”