His ribs were completely healed. Having Sinthia hold him felt as good as coming home. He let it pass. It was in a way his fault, but it wouldn't do any good to argue the point and he wasn't in an arguing mood. He leaned down to kiss her again. He'd unhooked Avi's leash when they got in the door and the dog was already on the couch. He could probably tell where this was going. Illya moved toward the bed. Food could come later. Right now, what he really needed was her.