Sefton reemerged moments later, glass in one hand and pill bottle in the other. He set the glass down on the nightstand next to Chivy's bed, then twisted the cap off of the aspirin. "How many?" he asked, not wanting to give too much or too little relative to how Chivy was feeling right now. When he actually looked up to see what Chivy's answer would be, he gave a small double-take. He hadn't really been expecting the tissue-veil.