Rapunzel doesn't sleep well, and she does wind up wrapped up in her hair overnight like a golden-cocooned butterfly. She's still dozing fitfully when the sun comes up.
Rapunzel peeks between her fingers, whimpering. "I - I can fix your - your arm -"
He steps over #1's club to get to her, holding out his left arm, which is pretty badly off. He is having trouble speaking, because of the crying.
"Flower, gleam and glow
Let your power shine
Make the clock reverse
Bring back what once was mine
Heal what has been hurt
Change the Fates' design
Save what has been lost
Bring back what once was mine
What once was mine."
Hair: glows. Arm: heals.
"Thanks," he manages. Now he can sit down and cover his face with his hands and cry. So he'll just be doing that.
It's a few minutes before he's recovered enough to say, "Do - do you want a hug?"
He scoots closer and hugs her. He is still sniffly and teary, but not crying as hard as before.
"Th-the one who's not dead, I could fix him."
"You can, yeah," murmurs Rolan. "But when he wakes up he's just gonna try to kill me again. I guess we could tie him up first. If they were planning to kidnap you they probably have things to do that."
"Unless they were just going to tie me up in my own hair."
A little bit more hug - he is currently of the opinion that you can never have too much hug - and then he goes and searches the brothers' belongings for things with which to tie someone up.
"There's rope," he says. "We could tie him up and you could fix him. If you want."
"I don't know. Some people wouldn't. Because he was trying to kidnap you. ...Do you know you can't fix them both?"
"I don't think I can fix the dead one. But - no, I don't know."
He works quickly - in case whether or not she can fix dead people has to do with how recent they are, there's no reason to waste any more time than they already have. And he takes their clubs. And: "There."
She sings.
One of them wakes up.