Travien slept. Deeply. Undisturded. Completely. He slept well into midday, recovering his strength from the day and night before. It had drained him, he had known, but to that extent? Damn.
He opened his eyes finally to find Aurora no where in sight. Where was she? He sniffed the air; she was around. She was outside, with Ronar and Sori, no doubt. Travien yawned and stretched, groaning when a few joints popped. Helena was right; he was sore. Probably would be for another day or so.
It took him a moment to get to his feet, and he went to the cave's opening. There, he leaned against the wall and stared at the scene before him. Aurora had befriended Ronar to the point of letting her climb all over him. Travien smiled at that.
Oh! You're awake! Ronar, Aurora! He's awake! Sori suddenly chirped, attention finally snared by the appearance of her best friend.
