Opening his eyes, Kyrie yawns a bit, still feeling heavy and a little sluggish. His saliva tastes sweet, and his mouth almost drools. His heart beats slowly. Before his eyes is the sleeping face of Mary, still heavily asleep, a small smile on her half-open mouth, breathing happily as her eyelids tremble a bit.
'She must be having a happy dream.' For some reason, he thinks he dreamt, but about what? A familiar herbal tea smell in his nostrils, reminiscent of the fairy village. Did he dream about that place? If so… "I hope one day I can bring you and the others there."
The young man whispers to himself, not to wake Mary or the still golden orb between them, the heaviness of Yraka's small form at the end of the bed gone.
'Where did you go, Yraka?' For a moment, Kyrie thinks of turning around to see if he is back at the table. A glance at Mary's asleep form makes him discard the idea.
