When they finally made it back to the guests" wing of the monastery, he was staggering through the corridor, his arm looping over her shoulder for support. Claire spotted Brother Roger anxiously lurking in the hall and sent him scampering for a warming pan while she steered her awkward burden into the chamber and dumped him onto the bed. He grunted at the impact but lay still, eyes closed, as she proceeded to strip the filthy rags off him.