She felt her mind coming out of the fog of sleep and stretched, arm hitting a familiar and warm barrier. A small chuckle escaped from the body beside her and resonated against her arm. "Copaani gaan, riduur? (Need a hand, wife?)" Hyraa's eyes opened lazily, as she finished stretching. She playfully pushed her arm against his neck a bit harder, earning another chuckle. "Vor'e cyare (Thanks beloved), but I've got it under control." Torian laughed and embraced her, pulling her against his chest. "Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum cyar'ika (I love you sweetheart)." She smiled against his chest. "Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum riduur (I love you husband)."