Air. Cosan drew frantic breaths. His lungs filled with gas for the first time in his life. "Thank you," he conveyed to his keeper, his saviour. She flinched at his mental touch. Strange. He attempted to contact her again, but his efforts were unsuccessful. Instead, she strengthened the walls around her consciousness and offered him milk.
He drank thirstily, his thoughts revolving around her denial to bond. He wondered what he had done wrong. Wondered if he should've been gentler. He wanted to figure it out, he truly did. He wanted to please her.
But he was tired. So tired.