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.
Nodding, I scooted a little closer, absently reaching out to touch his skin. So different and yet so familiar. “Did it hurt to change? How…how old is this form?” it was difficult to tell after being so familiar with his matured form.
Again he shakes his head, this time moving a bit closer out of some need for the familiar right now. “I don’t know if it did.” He’d just woken up smaller, as much of a shock as that had been. The second question is met with a confused hum, looking himself over before lifting his shoulders in a slight shrug. “Close to being an adult?”
It was a guess, but there was some hint on his skin that the striping was about to show.
Another round of nodding as I looked him over. Almost adult, that sounded about right. “Is there…anything I can do?" I wanted to hug him, but I wasn’t sure if that would be okay.