Two days, two and a half days. It was close enough. Alabaster had busied himself around the apartment, his own laundry had been a bit of a challenge for the washing machine, but it'd come out all right, and he had a small mishap with a kitchen appliance or two, but nothing major. Mostly he read, having located a tome or two of Greek myths, and poked his head in to check on Saga every one and a while.

Right now, he was sprawled on the couch, fast asleep. One arm was tossed casually over his eyes, the other rested on the book that lay open across his chest. His wounds had long since healed, and while the cut on his forehead hadn't scarred, the damage the boar had done to his torso had - visible now because his shirt had ridden up when he snuggled down on the couch. One more scar to add to the many he already had.