The beard which had formed from the stubble on his jaw was gone, though he hadn’t shaven his face entirely clean, a dark shadow still clinging to his skin. His hair was cropped shorter too, tangled strands falling over his forehead into his eyes but no longer matted and trailing down to his shoulders. The difference it made to his face was stark. His eyes were brighter with the water clinging to his dark lashes, the silver shot through them glinting at me as he moved to stand at the foot of my bed, leaning his forearm against the post and looking down at me.
