"Good. You can't leave." Normally that would have been a demand, but his usual arrogance has completely gone. If anything, it's a plea.

He lets go of her wrist so he clutch the blanket; with the fear sweat drying he's freezing. He finally meets her eyes, though his gaze darts away often, as if that'll hide how haunted they look. It's necessary though, for he needs to make sure for absolute certain that she can't leave without him noticing and now that he's let go he can't just grab hold of her again. He doesn't yet trust himself not to cling like a child and get the stink of his cowardice all over her.

"How long... how long could you hear me?"