She found him in the front room, asleep on a narrow oak settle. He slept on his back, as he usually did, hands crossed on his stomach, mouth slightly open. The fading daylight seeped through the window behind Claire, casting a soft glow upon his face, turning it into a mask of silver and gold. Traces of dried tears shimmered against his golden skin, contrasting with the dull gleam of his copper beard stubble.