The sensation of floating this time was one of a more peaceful and warming consciousness than in the dark alley. As they entered her room, the warmth of the room was drastic and soothing and as he was lowered onto his mother’s bed his mind reminded him how long it had been since he’d been in her bed. He was young, very young and it was usually because he’d had some nightmare and sleeping in his mother’s bed somehow made the bad dreams fade away into nothing.
He sighed the sort of sigh that speaks relief, that speaks to gratitude and comfort. He was safe now and as she applied the healing spells he could feel the swelling reduce considerably and could not resist a still somewhat contorted, but clearly a smile. However, he knew that it was only a matter of time before she’d want to know what happened and at the thought, a chill ran down his spine.