Jigano did not dream.
By all rights he should have been twitching and whimpering in the grip of nightmares alongside his friend, but Ludo's price had become a blessing. His sleep was not truly restful anymore, and perhaps that had contributed to some of his poor decisions and how easily the madness had taken him, but he was also spared reliving the waking nightmare they had waded into, eyes wide open and intent on saving... saving... saving what?
It had been his last thought before fading into unconsciousness, heart even more exhausted than body. He woke to the strangest sensation - fingers in his scruff, his fur, holding, tightening. But Rory's scent was thick against his nose, a scent more reassuring than any other to his heightened animal senses, and though he woke tense at the unfamiliar contact he quickly forced himself to relax, pressing his head more tightly against the hunter's thigh with a soft whine of reassurance.
Isuma continued to sleep hard, worn out from her heroic run across the fields by herself. She shifted in her gryphonish dreams, cuddling more comfortably into the crook of Rory's elbow as he worked to sit up. Jigano rose and shook himself, fluffing his fur back out before turning a neat half-circle to face his friend. Looking up at him felt so much more natural than looking down, but the fox was hesitant to crawl into his friend's lap and nestle there in shared comfort. He didn't know if Rory wanted him there or not, after what he'd done, and until he did...
The white fox crouched by the human's thigh, ears folding back in guilt and sorrow as he looked up at his friend with wounded, worried blue eyes. He whined softly at the curse that fell from sleep-roughened lips, stretching his nose tentatively towards his friend's hand, then pulling away uncertainly, watchingRory for some clue as to what the blond man wanted or would tolerate from him.
By all rights he should have been twitching and whimpering in the grip of nightmares alongside his friend, but Ludo's price had become a blessing. His sleep was not truly restful anymore, and perhaps that had contributed to some of his poor decisions and how easily the madness had taken him, but he was also spared reliving the waking nightmare they had waded into, eyes wide open and intent on saving... saving... saving what?
It had been his last thought before fading into unconsciousness, heart even more exhausted than body. He woke to the strangest sensation - fingers in his scruff, his fur, holding, tightening. But Rory's scent was thick against his nose, a scent more reassuring than any other to his heightened animal senses, and though he woke tense at the unfamiliar contact he quickly forced himself to relax, pressing his head more tightly against the hunter's thigh with a soft whine of reassurance.
Isuma continued to sleep hard, worn out from her heroic run across the fields by herself. She shifted in her gryphonish dreams, cuddling more comfortably into the crook of Rory's elbow as he worked to sit up. Jigano rose and shook himself, fluffing his fur back out before turning a neat half-circle to face his friend. Looking up at him felt so much more natural than looking down, but the fox was hesitant to crawl into his friend's lap and nestle there in shared comfort. He didn't know if Rory wanted him there or not, after what he'd done, and until he did...
The white fox crouched by the human's thigh, ears folding back in guilt and sorrow as he looked up at his friend with wounded, worried blue eyes. He whined softly at the curse that fell from sleep-roughened lips, stretching his nose tentatively towards his friend's hand, then pulling away uncertainly, watching
