The look that crossed Rory's face as he closed his eyes didn't escape Amy, but she took it more as fatigue than anything else. He was probably beyond tired, especially judging by the looks of the others walking by.

She laughed at the mention of temp dye. "He would probably complain that it didn't feel right because it wasn't real ginger."

Her gaze followed his around the room, and Amy gave him another small tug. Fretting about others or not, he needed to get some rest before he fell asleep here and was no good to anyone. "Jamie's got her, you don't have to worry," she replied. "He'll take care until I get done taking care of you." And she was going to take care of him, no matter how much he continued to drag his feet.