He kissed her cheek before shifting uncomfortably, untangling her arms and sitting up. He considered her for a moment before tapping his mouth thoughtfully and setting to work.
She might be confused for a moment, as there was no longer a pressure from the blanket covering her head, but it was still dark. Rowan had pulled the outer blankets to the top of the headboard, creating a sort of lean-to that blocked out the sunlight but didn't cover her. Instead, she had a down blanket over her and a hot water bottle against her back. There was a neatly folded note on the bedside table and a new glass of water.
His writing was small and thin, his letters looping together in a strange form of cursive. Hello, Siren. I will be back soon. I'll do my work as quickly as I can and return. I promise. You need to drink the glass of water by the bed. It's important to drink fluids even for elves, and I'd imagine that for sirens, it's doubly important. Drink it before I get home, okay? Please. There's some soup on the stove if you'd like it, and a grilled cheese in the fridge. I think there's also probably some ice cream in the freezer, but don't eat that right away; I don't think too much dairy is great for colds. I love you. I'll see you soon. Drink the water.
She picked up the water, drinking it before standing up, slowly going to the kitchen. She paused, feeling the cool tile floor. She sat down on it, drinking her water.
