Ouroboros Spine momentum

Her eyelashes caught in the fur of her cheek, and she made an irritated, aborted motion to sweep it away. Her eyes were still fever glazed despite the bright awareness beginning to populate them. It would be some time yet before Vairë was back to herself, but the traces were there.

Her face was still creased with confusion when Valiant moved to smell at her muzzle. The acrid taste of her own breath made her muzzle wrinkle.

That is probably a good thing. Another mumble, half a whisper, eyes flicking away from her husband to her surroundings, then back again.

Valiant? She moved a trembling paw to wipe at his tears.

Hurt? Maybe once she was feeling herself again, she’d be angry. But for now, all that mattered to her was if Valiant had come home whole.