Lets have a talk

"It wasnt as real, it felt more like a memory then something happening in the present" he explained. He was pleased with the progress they had made together. He had told her the story forward backwards and all ways between, but he still struggled to explain the exact fight, or remember anything about who had saved him afterwards. Perhaps that memory would never return, he had been so addled by pain and fever. Maybe he had never even seen their face, and there was nothing to remember.

"You are as patient as a flower in the sunshine" he said, pausing, and licking some of the fur back the right way as she missed a spot in her own careful grooming. She had spent so much time with or near him of late. So much time in each others company, and never one did he fell like some subject she was studying. He almost suggested they den together for a night, but it wasnt a risk he was willing to take. No matter that the nightmares felt more distance, he could have nothing but iron control. He would risk his sister on nothing less.