Safe. 
That word fell on him like a blanket as she wrapped her arm around him. Ruli inhaled, bracing, before he tucked his arm around her in return. He closed his eyes again, willing himself to rest and sleep. 

Not long after, Ysaryn returned, her bare feet padding across the chamber silently. In her arms, she held two pillows and a blanket. When she neared, Ruli's eyes opened and trained on her, but he either didn't care that she was there this time, or wasn't entirely sure if she really was. He didn't move, otherwise. So, cautiously, Ysaryn approached and knelt, setting the pillows above their heads within reach and pulling the blanket over them both. 
Ling after she was gone, Ruli's eyes remained open, but his gaze was unfocused and still as he dozed. 

By morning, there was a clink as Ysaryn put an ewer of water on the ground. The room was so muggy condensation already raced along the surface, pooling on the floor. 
Ruli didn't stir, his eyes closed as he finally slept soundly. He still shivered, though it was less violent, less frequent. Ysaryn studied him for a moment before she looked down to Kire. "You cousin is eager." She warned, having convinced Elva to allow her to come see to them instead, fearing Ruli's tolerance.
Considering the bite mark he left on one of Elva's healers, Ysaryn had won that debate.