"How are you faring?" Lloyd asked him, looking at Lilith. Boyce took Lilith's hand into his and smiled at her as he answered Lloyd. "I am fine, but I was told I should rest for a day or so!" "I was told the same!" admitted Lloyd. "But I am older and must keep moving lest I become immobile." "Next time, we'll fly!" Boyce joked with his friend and they both laughed. A nun marched into the room and put her hands on Lloyd's shoulders and turned him around to face the door. "Out of bed, again! I did ask you nicely to stay in bed and rest. Didn't I? Now come with me!" She nagged at Lloyd for leaving his room, obviously not being the first time he did so and both Boyce and Lilith laughed as they watched her parade him out the door. "You have a strong friend in ... Lloyd, is it?" she said, making certain that she remembered Lloyd's name correctly. "During times like these, one must be strong." he told her, putting his hand around her waist. "He is my right arm, and I am his!" The crow was still outside the window but it was now no longer quiet. It squawked and pecked at the glass of the window pane and they stopped speaking and looked at the bird. They were annoyed at being disturbed in such a manner but Lilith didn't show her aggravation. "Your pet seems disturbed about something!" Lilith said to him. "It's not my pet!" Lilith became puzzled and told him that she and the other four women found it hopping around on the ground and on his back when they found them. They presumed that the crow was a pet and let it come to the abbey with them. "Let it in!" Boyce told her and she slowly went over to the window and opened it, pushing the swinging pane enough to let the crow hop in. It stretched its wings and cawed then flew right to Boyce and hopped around on his lap. "It's a very strange bird, I think. I haven't seen many crows, only a few during my childhood, then I see this one throughout my entire trip from Besten." He told Lilith, about his odd feelings towards the bird and the sudden affinity that seems to have formed between them. "Lilith, will you push that small table over here?" he requested to her and she didn't hesitate to do his bidding. When she brought the small table to the side of the bed, he took the crow on his wrist and set it down on the table. They talked and watched the bird make a joking spectacle of itself and this continued through to the evening when Lilith collected some of the dirty compresses that she used on Boyce when he was unconscious. "I must leave now, Boyce. The Mother Abbes had given me chores to do when you are well enough to be let alone." Boyce lost the smile that he had on his face. He rolled his eyes and gasped while he stretched out his hand to her. "But, I'm not well, Lilith!" he cried to her, hoarsely, and she laughed at his sweet attempt to keep her near to him.