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A dull ringing began to sound in Artaax’s ears the moment he hit the ground with a thud. All other sound seemed muted and far away behind it. He shut his eyes wearily for a few seconds before opening them again to see a blurry, hazy world. Somewhere in his fog, he saw a figure approaching and heard his name being called. But it was like there were miles between them rather than feet, and Artaax felt too exhausted to care.

That lethargy lasted only a few more seconds. The feisripa opened his eyes once more and found the shadow suddenly sharpened in his view. His hackles prickled in alarm as it seemed to him in that moment that she had just magically appeared in front of him, and a snarl echoed warningly from his chest. But he had barely lifted his chin when recognition came upon him. His alarm disappeared and he sagged again with a low moan.

”Furi...” he muttered softly as he dragged himself into a less exposed position, lying on his stomach instead of his side. He knew there was no threat to his person now, but it still rankled to show such vulnerability to anyone. Artaax closed his eyes again and gave a heavy huff, not even noticing the absence of the thousands of questions he’d wondered about her in the past few months and thus unable to recognize their lack of appearance as not a great sign of his overall health.