i. ophelia sits on the side of hamlet’s bed, afraid to move too fast and break him somehow, but afraid to leave him alone with a grief that will consume him whole.
ii. unpolluted her flesh may be, but this is one sleep his sister will not rise from, and the heartless men staring down at him will not even give him the comfort of a blanket of earth.
iii. it really did seem to be getting better, for a while, as laertes ventured outside and spoke to people, but when he was finally overwhelmed by the unfairness of color and light he retreated back to his bedroom and hasn’t emerged since, so reynaldo ventures in there with food and overtures of comfort.