Bearclaw Valley You must be, or you wouldn't have come here

She didn't bother to try and denote the time in any way while she waited for the other half of her soul to wake. All her focus was dedicated to the rise and fall of his chest while he slumbered. 

Arielle jumped up when she felt the movement of one of his legs against her side. He tried to stand but she knew he wasn't ready for that yet. Aves Tears threatened to fall down her cheeks again. The gargled word that resembled her name was filled with panic, and that broke her control over her weak tears. They flowed freely as she threw herself down to gently embrace the bruin-jaw. It's okay, Aves, I am safe and so are you. She could only imagine how disoriented he probably was right now. She wondered what he thought he was seeing. We are in the valley, down in stillrift. She hoped that would help him orient himself. 

Stuck in her throat were the words that would shed light on her failure. She would have to tell him but not right now. She only wanted to make sure he was okay. You hit your head and lost consciousness for a little bit, she told him, sniffling.