Lets have a talk

He had two options, win, or lose all he cared about. He was one to back down from a fight, even when he was outnumbered and outgunned. Deathbelle was beside him, fierce in her own right, but using his body as a shield from the attackers. He couldn’t let her down, he couu- - sudden pain blossomed in his face, he roared, lashing out at the wolves around him, only to find that he was in his den, stumbling at the entrance, blinking into star-light.

He shuddered softly, trying to righten his understanding of the world after coming-to so abruptly from dream. There was Io, he realised, watching him with all-to-seeing eyes. He returned the expression wearily, but understood she had upheld her promise and awoken him from afar - even if he was likely to develop a lump on his noggin for her gentle methods.

“Io” he said carefully, somewhat expecting accusations for his lack of communications. He was still having nightmares, clearly. He didn’t want her to drug him again, he remembered the difficulty he had experienced in waking. How hard it was to pull himself from the slumber. He didn’t like that feeling of weakness, of being vulnerable.