[ His lashes flutter as he blinks, rapid and unsure. There's no cold damp rock beneath him; instead, he's lying back on something soft and yielding. The dimness of the caves, the stormy gray clouds he remembers scudding over the waves, the sharp scent of salt water; all of it's gone, replaced by softly diffused sunlight and the scents of lavender, fresh linen... something else he can't name but which places him more surely than the evidence of his own eyes. Home.
There's movement, and he glances up at the shifting body that leans over him, eyes widening for a heartbeat before he's pushing up onto his left hand (how, some quiet, ignored part of his mind asks; how can he lean on his left hand, he'd lost the hand, the arm, it had fallen to the ground, spent, destroyed) and reaching for her with his right arm, clutching to her as his heart jerks into a sprint in his chest. He buries his face against the side of her head, another quiet part of him noting the change in her hair, the largest part of him unable to see anything but her. Alive and smiling and here. Alive. ]
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There's movement, and he glances up at the shifting body that leans over him, eyes widening for a heartbeat before he's pushing up onto his left hand (how, some quiet, ignored part of his mind asks; how can he lean on his left hand, he'd lost the hand, the arm, it had fallen to the ground, spent, destroyed) and reaching for her with his right arm, clutching to her as his heart jerks into a sprint in his chest. He buries his face against the side of her head, another quiet part of him noting the change in her hair, the largest part of him unable to see anything but her. Alive and smiling and here. Alive. ]
Maelle.