When he found the Master sleeping, all he could do was look at him. He'd waited so long to sleep. It was time for him to rest.

When the Master would wake up, he'd find himself changed into a set of silk jim-jams, and placed in his quarters, tucked in. The lights would be out, and the Master would be alone, given his privacy. The lights outside would flicker, with the electricity cut in strategic locations.

A gentle knock would touch the door, just a brief rap.

"Are you awake?" The voice was quiet, the tongue now healed.