Call it what you want

sam So please please please, let me get what I want this time The moment after Remi's acceptance was slow and sleepy, almost ludicrously peaceful after everything that had transpired. Sam did not have to sleep, often didn't, but the atmosphere called for it. He had been without blood himself for so long he did not think to stay awake to watch Remi's breathing. He dosed, slipping between dreams and consciousness a few times over the next while - he woke up proper to the sound of the snow shaping itself back up. At first he didn't register what the sound meant, staring dully at the moonlight streaming into the cave...then he realised what it meant. They could leave. Desperately, he tapped Remi's arm. "Remi! The...the snow! We can leave!" Sam got to his feet, holding out his hands to pull Remi to his feet. "Y-you're going to have to help me fly..." Sam closed his eyes and tried to think of birds again, tried to feel that 'flickering' and push it to his fingertips - but this time, nothing happened. He glanced at his fingers then screwed his eyes shut again, trying to will feathers to appear. He felt strangely embarrassed, as if he were in the market in his underwear. "...I..um. I-I can't....be a bird anymore."