Redhawk Caldera Spooked

Through the fog of his half-awake state he could hear Raven talking, and that helped to anchor him. He seemed to return to himself after a few seconds during which the dream's power faded, and he was left feeling a bit stupid. Titmouse couldn't remember the entirety of it either because, well, dreams were like that sometimes. The feeling of being trapped remained, the panic was still there inside of him, and he squished up against Raven as if holding on to her would make everything better.

When his breathing slackened and his pulse wasn't racing so much, Tit sighed and let her go. The warm spot where he'd been sleeping had since cooled. With a small groan he muttered, Sorry, as if his residual stress was something to apologize for.