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As it had turned out, Grant had been far more exhausted than he had thought. Sleeping on soil and unnaturally sharp leaves was far from restful, and the extent of that was only revealed when his back touched the collection of blankets that made up Rosa's mattress. She had wept before falling into the arms of slumber, holding on to him tightly, and Grant had tried to strike a balance between warmth for his friend and a chilled shield to keep any idea of romance away. When he opened his eyes now, she was laying beside him, clutching his arm, head resting on his shoulder. Daylight beamed in through the window, daylight that felt so real it fooled him for a second. It was warm, and Rosa was warm, and … He moved her hand gently and slid out from beneath her, propping up her head with a pillow. He stood up, but a murmur from behind him held his feet. “Orson?” He looked around at Rosa. She was gazing up at him sleepily. “You always did rise early.” “Some things never change.” She