[b][color=fff200][i]Arise, Tobias.[/i][/color][/b]

The proverbial God of something booms in your head as you wake up, in a bed of considerable size and softness, with a warm feathered friend attached to you. On top of you is a blanket, clearly made with the intent of a mother's love.

Eve is beside you, clearly asleep, and clearly humming a song to herself. What the song is, you have no idea, but it sounds rather comforting.