It was well after the coffee had cooled some before Clarice even gave a sign of stirring. When she did though, well, she came awake all at once, unstitched arm reaching up and back to feel for a quiver that wasn't there even as the rest of her was pivoting to get off the bed...

...damn armrail made her pause for all of a moment.

Apparently she wasn't the type to sit around healing. Nor the type to be comfortable unarmed. Once her eyes settled on Bill though she stilled a bit, fingers no longer flexing for a spike she couldn't find. "...you." Not who she'd been expecting but then again, at least she remembered him?