Tobin had no other option now, but to go over to Mobius's bed. Although it wasn't that perfect, it was better. Mobius managed to lie on Tobin's own.
"Good night," muttered Tobin to Mobius.
"Goodnight," replied Mobius.
Everyone was in their bed now, they had only four hours to rest for the following day's work, so they all wanted to make the most of their rest time. The lamps were put out, and the doors shut, with the guards outside, keeping watch to prevent any offensive attempt of break-out.
Owen sat on a wooden chair beside a small-sized bed. Lying on the bed was the motionless figure of a woman. The woman lying down on the bed was his wife. Her face was white and pale, her lips were tightly closed, dry, and wrinkled with parallel lines scattered around them. Her gray hair felt dry and scally as he stroked them with his fingers. He held her arm with his other hand. Her skin felt cold and silky. He could even feel her ulnar and radius, she had lost a lot of weight.
