Ken immediately scrambled to help him. "You shouldn't move." Nervously, hesitantly, aware that he would have pushed any assistance away himself, he supported Miles' shoulders with his hands. "You've been asleep for nine days. You're probably really hungry and thirsty--um--"

He looked back and forth in half a panic for the pitcher of water he'd replaced every day, whenever he'd felt it necessary. Romulus had already scrambled forward and began carefully pushing it closer to Miles' bed.

"Everybody's been really worried about you. You fell asleep, and..." Quiet, not letting go, he looks away. He doesn't want to admit that he'd been unsure that Miles would wake up.