Sun Mote Copse Undo

He nodded faintly, ashamed of how immature he had been. And Wraen, as always, was graceful and with sweeping benevolence he wished that he'd learned in his lifetime, she pardoned him for his brutal behavior. He laughed softly, glad to know she had not held a grudge that lingered on the day of her death- but found himself grieving her still, even though it seemed they not existed on the same plane, at least temporarily. 

It felt odd to be touched by another spirit, likely because he no longer had nerve endings- and rather than sensation, it evoked emotion. He felt the happiness of a child seeing their parent return with food; the hope that surged through him when he made his first successful hunt, the flutter of his heart when he saw a girl he liked. All of the things that his heart remembered fondly returned to him when Wraen touched his forehead, and he felt himself grow a little, as he lifted his head to nuzzle her back. 

"I'll come visit you in your little patch of heaven," He promised her.