"He came back?"
Fyren's face twisted in confusion, but I didn't respond, already succumbing to exhaustion. As I drifted into darkness, I felt his arms tighten around me, lifting me from the ground. Then, everything went quiet.
The next thing I knew, I was opening my eyes to an unfamiliar ceiling. There was a bed off to the side, the sheets a tangled mess, as though someone—likely me—had been pulled from them. The likely culprit was curled around me, and I couldn't help but smile as I reached out, idly stroking Fable's fur. His tail wrapped around me like a blanket, my body nestled against his side, head resting on his shoulder.
With him here, I could rest assured this was real life, not another vision meant to trap me. Somehow, I'd survived the night without one.
