Time passes quickly within the next few moments. Tristran manages to sit up and not act so incredibly lazy. The pain in his shoulder is more or less manageable now, though he'll have to take care not to strain it again in the near future.

He's even managed to put his socks and boots on, grabbed his coat from the closet - and it's fixed, too; he doesn't remember that - and help Yvaine with the last bit of room-cleaning.

He returns to sit at the edge of the bed while he waits for his star.