Those heading to the Infirmary in search of Steph may be surprised and pleased to find her bed empty.
Of course, if they look around they'll realise she hasn't actually been released; she's just
decided her own bed wasn't what she wanted.
Now she's stretched out atop the covers on the one just to its left, cuddled against a tired and pale fire prince, in a way that makes it miraculous they haven't got the wires or IV tubes tangled up yet. Not asleep, but halfway there, maybe; if her feet weren't cold, she might be closer.