Rabastan woke fairly quickly to the sensation of Meda's gentle pokes on the end of his nose (after all, she had woken him up many times before in a similar display of impatience.) He opened one eye and raised an eyebrow, giving her what only she would know was one of his maost amused looks.

"Yes, Meeeeda?" He drew the sound of her name out, barely suppressing his laughter. He felt so light around her, carefree...as though the last few hellish days of searching for his children were nothing more than a bad dream.