Azwel could easily fall asleep again, right where he is. It tugs at his mind, pulling him into a soft, warm drifting sensation. He lies there until his breathing is calm, and gives a long, gentle sigh. Propping himself up on his elbows, he looks down at her, smiling. His hair hangs around his face in a looping mass of waves and damp curls.

He leans down and kisses her slowly, a soft hum in his throat. "Mmmmmh, I foresee this becoming even more of a regular occurrence," he whispers, smiling. After a beat, he carefully rolls to the side, lying on his back again. "Though I am very curious to know how this change occurred."