Uninterrupted, this will probably go on for a fair while. When talking is so difficult, and with so many thoughts that are so hard to express, just being held close is soothing in a way that discussing the situation can't be. Freshly cleaned and treated, the pain in his hands has lessened too, meaning that his lingering exhaustion can slowly start catching up with him.

It doesn't happen immediately, but after they hold each other for a while, Steven will eventually cry himself to sleep. His wings fold loosely around the two of them, his shuddering breaths having calmed into the regular, relaxed rhythm of sleep.

Small amounts of faerie magic stir in his wings and on the bed sheets around them - not her magic, exactly, but something different. Yet, for the moment, nothing happens.