Ankyra Sound [m] Our Lady of the Underground

When the last of him had been drained, he collapsed beside her, breathing heavily in their scents. The young man felt his limbs quake, a light shiver that pricked his flesh underneath. The burning desire had begun to flow out, to release his mind back to reality. For a fleeting time, the bear did not roar in his mind. He heard only the crash of waves against shoreline and the distant twittering of birdfolk. 

Lestan still waited, up the beach and out of sight. Swordfish knew he could not leave the man. He had no intention of giving up the search for Blossom. 

And yet he remained there, bound to Suzu with his body and spirit. When the creeping of sunlight began to peek at the horizon, the man shifted. His ears fell to his head. Shame consumed him. 

I need to go, his ghostly voice croaked.