After about twenty minutes, the bathroom door finally opened. When she stepped into the room, her hair was still damp, but her complexion looked slightly less flushed. She wore a white satin nightgown with a robe draped around her. She seemed much calmer than before. As she scanned the room, she found Ivan sprawled on the sofa in the corner near the window, with one arm covering his eyes.
She thought he had finally fallen asleep, she quickly padded across the floor and went to her cupboard to take out a spare blanket. She then walked over to where he lay motionless and gently unfolded the blanket to cover Ivan. As she pulled it up to his chest, her eyes lingered on him, watching the steady rise and fall of his chest. Soon a small smile formed on her lips and she whispered, "Thank you."
