[Ben stretches and yawns, waking up to the sound of singing--
And realizes that he's naked and human. He grabs for his clothes and quickly puts them on, turning his face into the sun when he's dressed and just... enjoying it.]
That's beautiful. [Whether he's referring to the sunrise or the singing is an open question. Probably both.]
[Guriel ducks his head, instinctively unsure of what to do with the compliment, warmed by it even as it makes him a little unsteady.] My Father made this. All of this.
Well, He did good work. [Ben's statement encompasses the angel as well as the landscape.] So, last night was... okay? [His memories are hazy, like they don't belong to him.] I didn't go crazy and try to kill you or anything?
[Guriel . . . isn't sure how to take the stab of disappointment he feels at the words. Why couldn't the man have remembered what he told the wolf, spared him having to work out the boundaries of Pack with someone human-shaped?]
I . . . no. It was . . . good. It was better than good.
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And realizes that he's naked and human. He grabs for his clothes and quickly puts them on, turning his face into the sun when he's dressed and just... enjoying it.]
That's beautiful. [Whether he's referring to the sunrise or the singing is an open question. Probably both.]
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I . . . no. It was . . . good. It was better than good.
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