Redhawk Caldera for however long it takes

For the first time since rising like a wraith and leaving the rendezvous site behind an hour or so ago, Peregrine came close to the surface of sleep. Funnily enough, it happened at nearly the same moment that Luke finally realized what was happening. Peregrine's jade eyes seemed to clear and focus, though only for an instant, as Luke said the words, "I'll stay..." He then drifted back off to dreamland again, swaying on the spot but then drifting forward to rest his head on Luke's shoulder.

Over the next fifteen minutes, Peregrine edged closer to Luke, inch by painstaking inch, until he was pressed quite tightly against his companion. He sighed. "Thanks, Pan," he said before closing his eyes and falling into true, deep, dreamless and motionless sleep.

When he woke in his bed the next morning, he would have no recollection of the night's events, save for the vague recollections of a vivid dream, the details and colors leeching away in those first few moments of waking, never to be recalled. And aside from the fatigue that plagued him, he would never even know he had risen at all... nor somehow, mysteriously, found his way back home.