Tajo's POV

Waking up was…painful, to say the least. My entire body ached for some reason that was just outside of my conscious thought…but I couldn't remember any dreams that might have caused the hurt.

I eventually sigh, forcing my eyes to open with a groan, frowning as I recognize the clinging exhaustion as the effects of my body performing a massive healing.

I force myself upright, quickly checking over my body to scan for any lingering wounds, and then realize that I'm not in my bed.

The thought scares the living daylights out of me and I snap my head up to take in my new surroundings, but-shit. Someone's in here with me.

A quick glance around reveals a medium-sized room, with minimal decorations and a dark grey coloring, a solitary light on the ceiling illuminating the space.

But it's not the emptiness that draws my attention. It's the familiar shape of the person who's just collapsed in the bathroom doorway, the burning blue eyes that I feel like I've known my whole life…it can't be.

I barely manage to untangle myself from the unfamiliar sheets below me, half-falling off the bed in my attempt to reach him, wings splaying ungainly in an attempt to regain my balance.

As I try to reach him, he crawls towards me, the movement seeming to pain him with each inch he gains.

I finally reach him, channeling the tiny drop of my healing magic not spent on healing me from-whatever that was, I guess, and I sigh briefly in relief as his eyes clear, as the burns on his scarred hands heal over, glad that I was able to keep one of us conscious, before darkness overtakes my vision again and I crumple the short distance to the ground, sweet unconsciousness overtaking me again.

A/N: Sorry again about the short chapter! Once the recovery time's built in, they'll go back to their regular length.