It was warm against his skin and he felt his body relaxed. There was something covering him, and he wondered what that could be. Lashes fluttering like butterfly wings, a sliver of his golden eyes revealed. The first thing that entered his vision was the flames, red and orange dancing and flowing. Blinking, he moved his eyes away from the fire to see someone sitting before it in a thin robe. Brown hair, golden by the light of the flame, and emerald eyes facing the fire.
His profile… he knew who it was.
"You should leave."
He watched the green eyes turn to stare at him and the almost smile turn into a frown.
"Glad to see you're awake," the angel's voice was smooth with a hint of anger.
