Morningside Cuesta this common blood iv

He punched the air with a cry, shrill and alarmed, as weightess abandoned him, along with the cocoon of warm bodies. This place he slipped to was cold and comfortless beyond the press of his giver's tongue, and a sweet smell rising from her belly.

He had no sense to tuck against her, he only wanted her to put him back - though, even with his basest mind, still unformed to searching thoughts, Danger had the dullest sense there was no going back.

So he cried.