Baring small teeth in an attempted smile, he pulls himself up to sitting, moves a little bit closer. It’s disorienting still, the difference between what he could remember and what he was seeing, and his eyes narrow with a quiet distressed trill.
“I do… ?" Letting the affirmation trail off into a question, he focuses on Cyrus’s face. “Is it?”
It was still so very early in the morning and Heidi found her eyes beginning to close again. The rocking of Cyrus’ arm helped and it felt like she was floating on a cloud. The hiccups continued, however. All the sudden hubbub was to blame. She comfortably burrowed herself while listening to Cyrus and Azlariel speak.
“Yes, I believe so." I tried to assure him, my thumb stroking the side of his small hand soothingly. At the same time, I glanced down at Heidi as she burrowed against my chest. Something about the familiar sense of her and the nostalgic feel of holding an infant in my arms…my heart warmed and I felt the spreading tendrils of my old nature working through me. "…You’re not injured, yes?" I asked Azlariel, looking back up at him, my expression having softened when as I’d watched Heidi.