Warmth. Softness. Sounds of someone moving quietly, trying not to disturb him. What was that smell? Was that what a body smelled like? A strange new sensory world beckoned beyond closed eyelids. He was wary of opening his eyes. There seemed to be so much to take in after being in the void for so long.
“He’s awake?” A woman’s voice, Ekaterina he guessed. It was reminiscent of the sound of her mind but obscured by the mechanics of speech.
“Yes, and he hears you. We’ve given him something of a shock in bringing him back to himself. Give him time. He will join us when he is ready.” The shadow voice again. The voice spoke in the same language as the people but it was not native to the speaker. How did he know that? The warmth was a comfort. It was easier just to give in to it and sleep again.
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