Somewhen after he posted his address, Samandriel drifted off again, letting his mind rest in a peaceful place he kept for himself so he didn't have to recall everything he'd been through. It wasn't sleep, not entirely. It was close enough for mortals to likely decide that was exactly what it was.
Warmth pulled him back into the now. Not the warmth of the bear or the fire or sunlight reflecting off snow. It was the warmth of family. Brother, but not quite brother now that he could properly feel him.
He could feel his own wings stretched out behind him, lacking the strength to hide them from those who could see them in the first place. They stretched a little as he managed to open his eyes again. Just a little, enough to make sure the sibling tending to him knew his work wasn't in vain.
"You came," he whispered. He'd come and it hadn't been to simply finish the job. It was a very good start.