He shook his head only slightly. He was pretty sure that whatever had happened, nobody had died. He wasn't covered in blood, nor was the taste of it in his mouth.
Eric tried to pull free of the sheets and found his hand tangled. He pulled again and realized that Baba was sitting on part of what he was tangled up in. Careful not to knock her all the way off the bed, Eric pulled.
What came free was a sweater, his tangled hand gripped it tightly. He looked to Baba and then back at it before pulling it toward his face and giving it a smell.
His brain came alive with the memories. The girl. The wings. The chase. The humiliating need for her. The more humiliating game of fetch with her shoe.
Eric groaned and laid flat again. "There was a fairy." He said, finally. He held up the sweater for Baba, he didn't think she'd be able to smell the creature on it, but she might have some sense of what was going on just by touching or holding it. Or maybe she'd recognize it and know it's wearer.