It feels like centuries that she is beside him, the warmth of his body gradually finding its way to hers - or perhaps it was her warming up the long dead corpse that had been him. Nonetheless, she can't help but feel... comfortable there, even among the darkness and cliff that threatened to swallow them not too far from their paws. It was the first time in a long time that she got to lay beside him, the real him at least. There's a clarity in his eyes that seems almost forgotten.

"Because you are deserving of it in more ways than you know."

She worried little for words then, pulling him closer as she began to groom over him, pulling twigs and stones from his fur. She lapped at the blood she had spilled in a futile attempt to whiten his pelt. Was she going to have to take him home like this? She'd need to call for Istas and Vainglory to help clean him up, she was sure. She might even have to call for Wraith to see if he had learnt any way to cure a sickness that... did this. Then he began to speak once more and she flickered an ear towards him indicating her attention, though she continued to preen whatever fur she could reach.

For some time, then, she fell silent, unsure as to what she had to say. Voices? She had always known of his dreams but... voices? Had it been what had done this to him? She held her breath for a moment, frowning in thought as she attempted to gather the pieces into something that made sense. Paldor had always been a mystery and now, it only deepened and yet, nothing changed within her. This was him, and it was the same him that she had been smitten with all that time ago. She can't help but think, though, for a split moment - was there some way she could rip those voices out?

"Are they from your dreams? Is that where they come from?"

She paused, running her tongue across his forehead once more as she inhaled finally, breathing in his scent once more.