[Louis wakes up a couple hours after sunset, needing additional rest to heal his wounds. They aren't completely knitted shut, but he won't be bleeding everywhere any more. There's a familiar warmth, a smell like home, and Louis opens his eyes to see Lestat with him in the coffin. Louis blinks a moment before remembering the previous night: the assault, the escape, and now the safe house.
Louis shifts to better watch Lestat, not yet moving to leave the coffin.]
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Louis shifts to better watch Lestat, not yet moving to leave the coffin.]