*Ikenna isn’t quite certain when it was that he drifted fully into sleep, but it’s apparently hit quickly, managed to carry him into a thoughtless, boneless calm—it’s a rare sleep with not even a hint of a dream to stir him. The demon drifts, drifts, yet always still vaguely aware of the comforting hold keeping him anchored in that calm, dreamless state.
Eventually, however, that changes. He breathes out a quiet, questioning sound, eyelids twitching, his lips forming a faint frown. The blanket bundled around him is soft, comfortable against his bare skin, but it’s different than before, different than the warm hold, different than—it hadn’t been a dream, had it?
With this thought, Ikenna abruptly finds awareness, pulling himself from that drifting sleep. His eyes open, searching—Kailas sits at the edge of the bed, relieving any concerns that this was anything other than reality.
He blinks his sleep-blurred red eyes, focusing to the cloth held in Kailas’s hand--....*... Hah?