The unenviable situation of waiting around to see if he continues to heal.

Damn straight, that's where he is, and he doesn't like it. But there ain't much he can do except wait. If he thought there was a chance in hell that positive thinking would work, he'd be on his knees praying, but he knows what a crock of shit that is.

Still, he takes the stone or whatever it is from Morrigan, resting it in the palm of one hand. He traces it with his right index finger, feels a tiny bit of bumpiness, and looks over at her.

"This your lucky charm or something? I don't want to take it from you if it is. I mean, he's got the docs looking out for him and all that." It's more help than a lot of kids get.

Besides, he has about as much belief that a piece of rock can do any good as... well, as anything. Maybe a little less, but Morrigan's acting like it could do something. She's not making any promises, though, and he likes that about her. He always likes the straight shooters.

It's how come he's always liked Tara.