Dance upon my reveree

He would find himself slowly coming back to the waking world and reality at his door. He would feel the rhythmic touch of her tongue against his coat and Azali eyes would blink slowly into focus to the sights of her caring for him and he would offer her a smile. With a groan the brute would pull himself into a sitting position and remembrance of the dream would flash against his mind, the sight of Twig utterly at peace. He would focus properly on her now, and take in her soft, worried features and would smile again, this smile would be one full of life and warmth. He had a feeling he would see that day come, the day when Twig could truly smile without a care in the world, and with a burst of determination wanted it to be him that brought it to her lips.


?I.. I'm sorry Twig, I barely remember what happened, how did I get here?? he asked, having looked about himself and seen that he was in the den of Twig and her brother. He could remember something about swimming, about the feel of her warm coat against his... and sudden heat would warm his cheeks. He would clear his throat and continue on instead with ?Was I sick?? he remembered something of heat and fever... and oh god, no, it had to have been from sickness. He struggled again to recall everything from before.