Emberwood Did you wonder where I've been all night

The man must be an angel, heaven-sent salvation that Zephyr surely doesn't deserve. But he wants it. Desperately. He feels the other against his side, solid and reassuring, and leans into the touch with a sigh. It makes it easier to move forward, to focus on the man's words. Even his breathing feels a little less strained now. Thank you, He murmurs into the silence that follows, struggling against the brief snippets of memory that press at the edges of his thoughts. The mountain lion... he shudders, and shoves the thought away. He's doing it again — another lucid moment, another horrible dip back into reality. He doesn't want it. He wants the fog back.