Tomoe smiled softly, watching her sleeping husband, crumpled sideways on the couch in a way that had to be straining the bandaged ribs revealed by his lack of a shirt.

"Take care of him, my love," Tomoe said quietly, bending to brush an insubstantial kiss to his brow, "and let him take care of you."

She moved away with a sigh that was more contentment than regret as Barnaby entered and instantly spotted Kotetsu, a soft look coming into his eyes as he moved to gently nudge Kotetsu awake, drawing him away into the bedroom as Tomoe returned whence she had come.