Distantly, in his slumber, Booker felt his brother move, the sun leaving, fur cooling thanks to the respite from its rays. The numbat snuffled, snuggling deeper into Baratheon's short fur, ears twitching a bit at the sound of his son's voice, dragging up a weak smile. The dream was similar to the one he'd had in Monoceros, albeit this time on the ground, weaving through the trees, Diot safe below while he and Baratheon flew overhead, scouting out danger. Their little family, however fractured and fragile it might have been, had already firmly wriggled its way into the tiny Gembound's heart - and nothing could change that now.

[ Exit Booker ]