Kala stirred slightly, her fingers curling against his waist, and she woke abruptly as Rising Phoenix warbled something that made no sense. She hadn't dreamed at all. Not even a little.

Her first thought was of his arms. Her second was that she was snuggled against him. Her third? Was that she liked it. Kala forced herself to sit up and snapped her eyes shut again as a wave of dizziness washed over her. Her head hurt.

A soft gold light washed over her bed as Rising Phoenix burbled.

"Your arms," Kala croaked blearily. "I can...help again?"