Ouroboros Spine pullin' me into bed

without any healers to be found in moontide, rhaegal heads on swift paws to moonglow: sleeping as little as he needed.

without the healer's expertise of how urgent reverie's condition was, he feels urgency press against him: like the tick of a taunting clock.

soft relief floods him when he reaches moonglow's borders, tipping his head back and letting out a howl to announce his presence.

he is a slightly haggard sight, to be sure but does not worry about such trivial things in the moment.