Cass wasn't aware that it was three days later when he was finally fully himself. Without pain, besides a dull ache that didn't hinder him, his eyes bright, and he could mostly function on his own.
Bending down was a bit much, but he could do it. Thankfully, he had an eager Sam and a kind Gideon who was there to help him no matter what. Edgar, he found, when he woke on the third day less groggy and at a reasonable time, had woken up and decided he was going to work for Cass so that he wasn't as behind as he thought.
It was a sweet thing to do, and Gideon promised that he'd been making sure that he wasn't overworking himself. Gideon was moving between Cass and Edgar, checking on them both until they were both awake and aware. Cass thought that was sweet, even if he was essentially patrolling.
Gideon had laughed, pulling Cass close in a warm bear hug that melted the rougher edges around Cass.
