[He feels something invading his dreams, something that isn't unpleasant at least - soothing, a sensation he's not sure if he can pinpoint in his restless sleep. He just shifts in his bed as his eyelids unpinch, rest softly.
hoarsely,]
... Tomoe...?
[that's accompanied by his palm reaching down to the hand doling him psynergy to his injury, and he's still lost in some hazy place, attempting to break the surface and come to.]
[Action, evening]
hoarsely,]
... Tomoe...?
[that's accompanied by his palm reaching down to the hand doling him psynergy to his injury, and he's still lost in some hazy place, attempting to break the surface and come to.]