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A day passes quietly, and gradually Kaylee starts to spend more time awake than asleep.

They play cards. He reads to her, several chapters at a time. They spend nearly three hours going through the music library, playing aloud anything that catches their interest.

Taking a shower proves difficult, but no more so than expected; they'd had the foresight to arrange for a chair.

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She nods, and shrugs, one-shouldered. "Just...like to think we don't need to stoop to something boring as gettin' tangles out." Rueful.

"We don't need to," he says, idly twining the lock of hair around his finger. "Did you want to finish that shakuhachi concert we were listening to before?"

"Could," she says, and almost rests her head on his shoulder before she remembers -- wet hair. "Sorry." A little sheepish.

Simon smiles, and gets up to go get the player from the next room.

When he comes back in and sits back down beside her, he's carrying the player in one hand and Kaylee's hairbrush in the other.

"Here," and he passes her the player, and settles his back against the pillows next to her.

Kaylee fiddles with it, and as the music starts up, she gives him a sidelong look. It's a little inquisitive.

He turns the hairbrush in his hand, and says a little hesitantly: "Would you like me to...?"

The sidelong look turns into a smile, and she nods. Quiet: "Yeah."

The bamboo flute's song darts up and down like a hovering bird, as Simon carefully takes a handful of her damp hair and starts to brush through it in long gentle strokes.

They're both calming. Soothing.

Peaceful.

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