[littl3chocobo]

he was tossed blearily into the waking world one last time right before a hand offered him what smelled like coffee, he did not like coffee but he took it gratefully enough, the smell alone was enough to dredge up his mind from the haze of bad dreams. he did not smile but in his gratitude he offered no frowns either. the tinkle of laughter broke him fully of his tiredness, he looked over to the dragon wondering what she had found funny.