The world is warm, and soft, and dim.

“My little lamb.~ It’s time for you to wake up.”

There is a pressure. There was pressure. There is. The line between is blurry. The gentle circles drawn through his wool stir through him, through a woolly puddle, without leaving so much as a ripple. 

“That’s it. That’s it, my darling. Let me see those pretty eyes. Just for a few minutes.”

The world is warm, and soft, and brightening.

Vasilia is there to greet him. She rises above him, her tummy stretching off into the distance, off to her chest, and beyond, and beyond! Her face. Her face. His very favorite face. A little smudged. A little cloudy. Him. He. His. Body, seems to still be a puddle. Hrm.

“Shhhh, lie still. Don’t try and get up. I’ve got you. You are safe, my dear. You are safe, and you are mine. All mine.~”

Ah. Well. When she put it like that, not moving sounded rather sensible, didn’t it? He’d said as such himself. Well. He tried. All that came out was a soft, inquisitive bleat. 

“I know. I know, sweet heart. You’ll be able to sleep again soon. And oh, what lovely dreams you’ll have. Not a single nightmare will get past me. But I need you to stay with me, okay?”

Of course. Of course he’d stay with her. She just told him not to move, didn’t she? 


Heeeeeeeeeeeeeee

“[i]There’s[/i] that smile. There’s my darling. There you are. Now, it’s time for a little snack. You may not feel very hungry, but it’s quite important we get some food in you. Just lie back, relax, and I’ll bring it to you. Can you open wide for me, sweetie?”

He can. Oh, he can. It takes a bit of doing. He’s not sure if he’s doing it quite right. It’s hard, keeping his eyes [i]and[/i] mouth open, all at once. He’s rewarded with a bite of something flaky, buttery, spread over with something savory, so savory…

“Well done, [i]good[/i] lamb.~”

A cup of something hot, herbal, and just a bit sweet is placed at his lips, and he sips dutifully. She must have worked hard, she must have, to get him such nice treats…

“This will make you feel so, so much better, love. That’s it. You’re doing wonderfully. Eat up, dear heart.”

Bite, sip, bite, sip, and so it went, until there were no more bites, and no more sips. A long, hard day’s work.

“You did so, [i]so[/i] good for me, darling. You can rest again now. Sleep. Sleep, and heal.”

The world is warm, and soft, and sinking.

“I will watch over you. And when you wake, I will be here. Sleep, and rest.”

There is a pressure. There was pressure. There was. The line between is blurry. The gentle kisses on his brow silence him, sink him, engulf him in a wooly puddle, leaving hardly a ripple.