Haunted Wood ⁠—so you can't crawl no more,

The woman continued to guide his body, and he'd let her, for no other reason beyond the lack of feeling in his extremities. The warmth of where their bodies met was comforting against the deepening cold of the season; even in his current state Revui could feel that. It was possibly the only thing he could feel right now; that dichotomy of hot and cold. Her tongue is sliding against his chin again, smoothing his cheek fur, and her forelimbs are hugging against his neck—all so strange, but it happened as if it were a dream.

She was staring at him and he stared back, but his face was slackened. His eyes were like sea glass, and he could not focus them. They stung a bit—or that's what registered in his brain—and when he closed them he felt better, so he did, and soon Revui was drifting in to a nap that was exacerbated by the poppies. The longer his eyes were closed the deeper he went, his body feeling like it was melting in to the dirt, the warmth sucked away from him by the pit, except for where the woman nested against him.