Heron Lake Plateau shadow, my sweet shadow

As always seemed to happen, whatever boiling emotions Quixote had let override his common sense in the heat of the moment, being near Raven seemed to calm them to something manageable.  She was still pretty much magical that way, and he was nowhere near clever enough to figure out the reason in particular.  It was just one of those things that happened and he was happy to accept it without asking questions.  Even if his mind still raced, this was a moment where he could relish the closeness, to remind himself that she was still here, that it could have been worse.  Right now, all he wanted was for her to get better.  

After a pause, he spoke quietly, You ready to get back to our spot?  At least this time there was less question on how to get her up and mobile, and walking her over hadn't been too bad in the first place...  Then she could rest more, heal and all that jazz.  Sleep was still not on his list.  Quixote was pretty much dead-set on guarding his mate until... Uh.   That part he wasn't sure, but a while, for sure.  Whenever it seemed she was safe, whenever that was.