Not bothering to wait for Cyrus to wake up from his rest after heading into the city, a smaller but still familiar version of his brother slips into the cabin, up the ladder and into the bed next to the former angel.
Exhausted from my work in the city, I was sleeping soundly in the wide plush bed when a warm body crawled in along side me. In my weary, worn state, my subconscious registered only that the form was warm and the spirit familiar. That was enough.
With a deep drowsy exhale, I reached out and wrapped an arm around the being, snuggling sleepily up to it and resting my chin against the top of it’s head. A content sigh and my consciousness was already sinking again into the pleasant void of sleep.
"Hmhm?" I yawned, blinking at Azlariel sleepily. Did he… was his skin different? Something seemed off and I rubbed my eyes again, trying to wake up, though the pull of sleep was strong.
Letting out a quiet trill of something like annoyance over his current state, he pulls away just enough to be able to see Cyrus’s face that much more clearly. “Wake up?”
Slipping naturally into the foreign tongue. “I’m trying, I’m trying!" I responded, catching the note of annoyance and pushing myself up on an elbow, still rubbing at my face. "I’m sorry- there was a bus crash and a room full of kids- it was just very tiring. I’m awake. I pro-…..Az?" I’d opened my eyes finally to look at him, and my words faded out when I registered what I was seeing. He was… different. A bit smaller, but not much. The most obvious change was his markings, or lack thereof. "What happened?" I blinked, reaching out in wonder to touch his unmarked forehead..