Chill of the dark

Basilisk was still foggy with sleep. It clung heavily to him, and he knew if he closed his eyes he would be lost to his dreams again. But confusion was keeping him tethered to the here and now. Her reply was so soft he almost missed it. Agreement to her title, and a staggered explanation to her dreams and the chill. He blinked a couple of times and freed a paw to scrub at an eye gritty with sleep. 

He remembered now that Hazel had a patrol, which was why she wasn't beside him. What would she think of the little slave burrowing Into their den? She knew all about terrible nightmares. He wrapped his paw clumsily but gently around her again. “Go to sleep.” He commanded her, placing his head back down on his other paw.